Here's a basic profile of me. I am a 15 year old white girl with blue-grey eyes and dark brown hair with red streaks. I'm pretty tall, 5'7", and I'm pretty skinny compared to some people. I'm not really that pretty, although I've been told otherwise. If you had to classify me in a group of people, you could say that I was a true punk, at heart and in appearance. I have my ears pierced all the way up, my nose pierced, my tongue pierced, and my belly button pierced. I always have my Scorpio necklace on. I wear mostly tank tops, T-shirts, and jeans or black capris. I live in my black Converse shoes, and they're personalized by me writing all over them. I wear a ton of black eye liner, but that's about it for makeup. I live for music, and I'm practically attached to my CD player. I'm also a poet and an artist. I try to paint when I can, but I sketch and write all the time in my black notebook. No one has ever read what is in that notebook, and I don't intend on letting anyone ever see my work. So that's it about me basically. I'm kind of anti-social, I hate preps and fake punks, and people in general I guess. I care about nothing, and it works well for me.

I used to be 'normal', but ever since my damn boyfriend ruined my life, it's been complete chaos. You see, I ran away from home age 14 when my ex, Brian, cheated on me and abused me, and just basically did everything he could to hurt me. My parents didn't understand anything, and they didn't want me anyway, so I left them. I didn't have any friends at school, so there was no problem with leaving anyone behind.

Things were pretty good while I was living in the city on my own. Sure, I stole and started smoking and swore a lot and all that, but I wasn't unhappy at all. Well, until Brian came along. Apparently some girl wouldn't go out with him, so he decided to come find me and beat me up for it. Well I can fight as well as any guy off the street, so he ended up getting hurt pretty bad, like I care. The cops showed up and decided that since I was just living alone on the streets causing trouble that they would send me off to some camp out in the middle of nowhere. And here I am, on a handcuffed on a bus by myself, with a fucking guard watching my every movement. It's hot like hell out, and I am on my way to a camp filled with guys where I have to dig holes all day. Just my luck.