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Chapter Two:

As Avita stepped out of the tent, she took a good look around for the first time since she'd gotten to the camp. When she first arrived, she was so eager to get out of the hot sun that she hadn't really bothered to examine her surroundings. She was surprised to see that there weren't any boys walking around, but figured it was because it was still extremely hot out, even though the sun was beginning to sink towards the mountains in the distance. She turned to Squid, who had just stepped out of the tent behind her and was standing as though waiting for her to speak.

"So, let's get this show on the road!" she said cheerfully, breaking the silence and waiting for him to get in front of her so she could follow him.

"Alright," he said, beginning to walk towards a small, very old, and very rundown wooden shed marked 'Library'.

"So... this here is where we keep our shovels when we're not usin' 'em," he said, gesturing towards the little shed.

"Why's it called the 'Library'?" Avita asked, puzzled.

"Beats me," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess they think it sounds better than 'tool shed' or somethin' else like that. They way I see it, a shed is a shed. It doesn't matter to me what you call it."

At this, Avita smiled, and pointed to a sign hanging above the doorway of a small, wooden building that resembled a little one-room cottage, though without any of the cozyness might posses.

"Wreck Room?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Isn't it normally called a Rec. Room?"

Squid looked at her with a bewildered expression on his face. "Whadiya mean 'isn't it normally called a Wreck Room'? It is called the Wreck Room."

"No - Rec. Room, you know, like R-E-C Rec? As in Recreational?"

"O-o-oh," he said, comprehension dawning on his face, "It's probably called a 'Wreck' Room because that's what it is – all the stuff in there is either broken, ancient, or made of recycled junk. The only good thing in there is the pool table."

Just then, the sound of a trumpet blared from a large, yellow megaphone attached to the building just beyond the Wreck Room.

"Dinner time; we eat in the Mess Hall, just over there. Do you wanna finish looking around later? We'd better not be late for dinner, Mr. Sir'll probably wanna talk to all the guys about you're bein' here and tell 'em not to pick on you and stuff like that," Squid said, heading towards the Mess Hall and motioning for Avita to follow him.

"Hit on me is more like it" grumbled Avita under her breath, following Squid towards the Mess Hall. The prospect of meeting the rest of the camp did not excite her, thinking of D-tent's reaction to the discovery of a girl in their midst.

At the sound of the trumpet, boys had begun flooding out of the Wreck Room and tents, many stopping to stare, talking excitedly amongst themselves, as they caught sight of Avita. There were whistles and catcalls as Avita walked determinedly passed them, uncomfortably aware of their eyes following her.

As she approached the doorway to the Mess Hall, a tall, greasy- haired, very tough looking guy blocked her way. He had small dark eyes that were currently alight with malice, and he reeked of eggs.

"Hey, doll," he drawled, sneering at her.

"Move it," she said, grumpily. She was not at all in the mood to have to deal with guys like this.

"Why dontcha gimme a kiss, and I'll think about it," said the boy, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and lowering his heavy-jawed face to hers. His face was about an inch from hers when she suddenly raised her left knee, catching him hard in the groin. He gasped and doubled over in pain. Avita leaned down so she could look in the face, which was, at the moment, screwed up in pain, and said in soft, dangerous voice,

"Don't ever do that again." She glared at him, straightening up. She turned to walk away, but had only gone a pace or two when she turned back to the boy and said, with the same icy expression,

"Oh, and don't ever call me Doll." (AN – has anyone seen Space Jam?) She turned and stalked away, leaving the boy, still bent over in pain, staring after her in disbelief.

Though she tried to act cool, inside Avita was seething. She hated when arrogant jerks like that thought they could walk all over her and treat her like trash, just because she was a girl and happened to be both pretty and small for her age.

All guys are jerks, she thought, glaring around at the crowd that had gathered around her and the guy who had tried to take advantage of her. No matter how cute they were or how nice they seemed, they were all arrogant, selfish, superficial jackasses. She had made a promise to herself never to fall in love with a guy again, not since He... well, she didn't like to think about Him anymore. He was a part of her past, she couldn't change that, but she did her best to forget about Him. But she would never forget, she thought, absent-mindedly tracing the scar on her left cheek with her index finger. She couldn't forget, or it might happen again, and she couldn't let it happen again... No, she would never forget what He put her through.

As she approached the line where Squid, X-Ray, and several of the other boys from D-tent were waiting for her, she pushed these unpleasant thoughts to the back of her mind, and put on a cheerful face. They were all wearing almost comically astonished looks, clearly shocked at what she had just done.

Magnet was the first one to snap out of it.

"Hey, chica, you alright?" he asked, tentatively.

"Peachy!" Avita replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You wanna watch out for that guy," said X-Ray, nodding at the guy who had tried to kiss Avita, who was now glaring over at them with loathing in his eyes.

"Yeah, he's trouble. He especially hates us D-tenters, cause Squid "accidentally" threw his shovel where he just happened to be sitting, and it just happened to hit him in the face and just happened to brake his nose," said Armpit, to heavy sniggers from the others. At this, Avita couldn't help grinning in spite of herself.

"Hey, move along there, the other girl scouts need their dinner, too," said a gruff voice from behind the still-chuckling group. They turned around, only to come face-to-face with Mr. Sir, the head counselor and second-in-command to the Warden.

Mr. Sir was a tall, stout man, with greying hair and serious side-burns. He was wearing a used-to-be white cowboy hat and brown leather cowboy boots, a gun in the holster in his leather belt, and a scowl.

"I hear you been making trouble around here, little missy," barked Mr. Sir, pointing an accusing finger in Avita's direction.

"There's a kid hobbling around over there like a shot moose. His buddies tell me you kneed him in his... well, in a sensitive place."

"I-" Avita began, but was cut off by Squid.

"Look, Mr. Sir, it wasn't her fault. Robert was asking for it." He put a hard stress on the boy's real name, causing many sniggers from the other D-tent guys.

"He tried to force himself on her, sir, she was only defending herself." He looked imploringly to the others for support, and they all nodded in agreement.

"He did, Mr Sir-"

"He tried to-"

"She was only-"

"QUIET!" Mr. Sir bellowed, and they all fell silent. "I will speak to Robert, but in the meantime, I don't want any more trouble," he said, looking meaningfully at Avita, who had alone remained silent, and was glaring at Squid. "You girl scouts better get your acts together – now getcher dinner and stop holding up the line. And you better look at me when I speak to you, girly," he added, glaring at Avita.

With that said, he strode away from them, towards the boy called Robert and his group of friends, who were still looking daggers over at Avita.

Then, Zigzag began excitedly recounting Avita's triumph over Robert. The other boys all joined in the discussion, saying things like,

"Didjya see his face?"

"That was classic."

"Guys will be talking about that for weeks-"

Avita was the only one not seeming to join in their enthusiasm. She had been surveying Squid with a remarkably cold expression ever since he had began telling Mr. Sir what had happened, but none of the boys seemed to have noticed. They all laughed and joked as they got their dinner trays: Refried beans, baked beans, black beans, garbanzo beans, banana jello, and a slice of bread each.

As they all moved towards the D-tent table, Avita realized there was already somebody sitting there, a small, curly-haired, dark-skinned somebody. He looked oddly familiar, as though he was someone she had known when she was very small, like an old friend, lost and forgotten.

"Who's that?" Avita asked, prodding Zigzag in the back to get his attention.

"Oh, him?" replied Zigzag, gesturing towards the little boy at the table. "That's Zero. He hasn't been here that long. Don't expect to get much talk outta him, he's barely said two words since he got here."

"Do you know anything about him?" Avita asked, remembering the feeling of familiarity she'd gotten when she'd first laid eyes on Zero.

"Nope, not about his personal life, anyways. Only thing we really know is he's the fastest digger in the camp. If you ask me, I think he actually likes diggin' holes. He's a weird little dude."

Avita smiled wryly at this comment. It seemed a bit strange for Zigzag to be calling anyone a "weird little dude", because Zigzag probably the weirdest 'dude' in the whole camp. Besides his odd hairstyle, he also seemed oddly jumpy, as though he were extremely paranoid about something.

All the boys had taken their seats while Avita was reflecting on this, and only when Magnet spoke, did she realize that she was still standing in the middle of the room with her tray of bean mushyiness.

"Hey, chica, you gonna sit or what? There's a space for you over here." He indicated the seat between Zigzag and himself and looked inquiringly at her.

Avita walked slowly over to the dilapidated wooden stool, dragging her feet. She really didn't feel like listening to the guys chatting away when she herself was feeling so irritable. She sat down, glowering at her 'food'. When she looked up, she saw Squid looking at her from across the table. Oh great. I get to sit across from this idiot. She was still angry with him.

Several times the other guys tried to engage her in conversation, but she wasn't very keen on talking just then. She quickly finished her bean mush, affectionately referred to as "Sploop" by the would-be campers, and headed outside.

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Ok- I was gonna make it longer but I haven't updated in a while so I'll just end it here 4 now. (I'm in an evil mood, can u tell? Lol)

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