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Chapter 9

After most of the commotion warred down, Miss. Gyser continued to talk.

"That's right, girls. We've decided to make this a Co-ed camp. So, get used to it." She smiled brightly, reminding them of Mr. Pendanski, "The rules will be the same. You will dig one hole each day, of 5 feet. I believe you know the drill."

The boys all groaned.

"Man, I thought we were all done digging? Didn't Caveman and Zero solve that whole mystery thing?" Magnet asked.

Miss. Gyser studied him for a few seconds, and then said, "You are building holes to build character. There is no mystery to solve."

Magnet mumbled something in Spanish, and Squid laughed, "Yeah, except the mystery of what goes into the food."

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Obviously, I was in for more than I had bargained.

I could tell from the minute I walked on that stupid yellow bus. Bus number 246, faded and dirty.

At first, I thought that I had walked on the wrong bus, and was headed towards the Miss U.S.A Pageant.

There were two girls sitting in the back, casually brushing their hair, applying lipstick, and looking like any minute now the press was going to ambush them with requests for autographs and pictures.

Then I noticed that the silver things attached to their wrists weren't bracelets. The sight almost made me gag. In fact, it did make me laugh out loud. There were two girls looking like models, handcuffed to the interior of the bus seat in front of them, headed to a Juvenile Delinquent Camp.

I sat down in a seat safely away from the Juvenile Princesses, and a man came back and handcuffed me to the seat. I didn't protest, why should I? It wasn't gonna' make any differences.

A few miles later, another girl stepped on the bus. She looked to the back as I did, rolled her eyes, and looked to me. I guess I seemed presentable to her, because she sat in the seat across from me.

She grumbled as the man put handcuffs on her, but made no attempt to punch him.

"I'm MiKaela." The girl said, blowing a few curly red tresses out of her freckled face, "You?"

"Kelsey." I said.

"See the prisses in the back?" She asked me, rolling her eyes and sitting back in the seat.

I laughed. Like they'd survive longer than a week. This girl though, looked like she had already been there, done that.

2 hours later, There were 7 girls, including me, holled up on the sweaty bus, and headed towards the camp.

"I hope there's a lake." One girl said, as she sat down.

I did too. But you don't always get what you wish for.