I've seen and been reading lots of fics were new GIRLS go to Green Lake. Damn, why not a GUY? It IS a guy's camp after all.

So, well, I decided to go and make one, since no one seemed to be.

Not sure where this will go, but I guess it'll go somewhere.

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Sil wasn't sure about this. He really didn't want to do it. But, he had to. He had watched his friends pour gasoline all over, and now he held the match. Someone had suggested a lighter, but one someone else had said that that would most likely bloe Sil's arm off, they had decided a match would be safer.

But was it really?

The boy watched his best friend, Tim, just toss a can full of gasoline into the doorway. Then they all back away. Sil was the only one standing close to the building.

Man, it's going to be torn down anyway!

He lit the match, the scent of the gas heavy in his nostrols.

Here goes nothin'.

Sil tossed the match onto the gasoline soaked ground, then ran backwards. One of his special talents.

He watched the building explode. He felt it's heat burn him. He covered his eye brows and eye lashes, not wanting them to be burned off.

"Man, that's awesome!" Tim yelled.

This whole side of the building was burning, and the fire was spreading quickly.

Did I just do that?

"Come on Sil!" yelled another of his friends.

Sil ran to the car, smoothly entering it through the open backseat window. He laughed and sat up. This was Sil's car. He had stolen it, hadn't he? A small, bluish tinted Volvo. He didn't know the car's actual model name, but it didn't matter. It was simply known as Sil's car.

The best there is.

Tim had his own car, but he had gotten it legally. He was eighteen and old enough to get his own. He had had it for years now, but now he could legally drive it. Sil couldn't drive. His friend at the wheel was seventeen, he also had his license.

Glad they do.

The two cars roared down the street. They were all surprised the cops weren't after them.

Yet . . .