CHAPTER 1

The beginning

Carrie quickly crossed her arms over her chest, slouching slightly over, and trying to become unnoticed.

No such luck.

"Hey, look! They let a girl in!" Someone yelled.

"Finally! I haven't looked at a girl for so long!" Someone else yelled.

"And this one's a cute one! Look at how adorable she is! Aww..." Carrie felt like punching the person who said the last comment, but she pretended not to notice these comments that were flying through the air like flies.

She was lead into the nearest building and sat down into a chair. There was a man sitting at a desk, smoking a cigarette.

"I thought you gave up smoking," The security guard asked in amazement.

"I thought so too," The man replied, putting the cigarette into an ashtray sitting on the desk. "So, Carrie, welcome to Camp Green Lake."

"Thanks..." She replied apprehensively.

"My name is Mr. Sir. You will call me by my name. Can I see your bag?" Carrie managed to keep a straight face and handed her bag to Mr. Sir, wondering what his real name was. He carefully glanced through her bag and handed it back to Carrie.

"Follow me," Mr. Sir lead Carrie into another room. This room was filled with orange jumpsuits that made Carrie cringe. She refrained from actually speaking up when he handed two to her. "These are your uniform while you are here. One is for relaxation and one is for work. Every week, your work clothes will be washed and your relaxation set become your work clothes. Understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Sir," Carrie responded, holding back a sound of disgust. Wearing the same clothes for a week?

"You get one 4 minute shower ever two days. I would recommend that you shower extremely early in the morning or late at night." He didn't have to say why. "You will be in D-Tent. That's the fourth tent from here." Mr. Sir lead her outside, then pointed her in the direction of her tent. She took a few tentative steps, being sure to keep her gaze on the ground. When she reached the tent, she opened the flap and stepped inside.

Luckily there was no one inside. Carrie walked over to the only obviously available crate and cot. She sat on the edge of the cot and put her few posessions inside the crate. She sat, staring at the tent walls, not really seeing them as tears blurred her eyes.

Suddenly, 2 boys walked into the tent. They were laughing about something, but their laughter immediately stopped when they saw here. The boy with the crazy blonde hair openly stared, while the heavier black boy just glanced at her from time to time.

"Are you a mirage?" Crazy-hair asked her, still staring.

"No," She giggled, wiping away tears. "I'm Carrie."

"I'm Armpit. And this is Zigzag," The African-American boy introduced.

"Hi," She smiled. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. If Zigzag ever stopped staring.

"When did you get here?" Armpit asked.

"Just a few minutes ago., Carrie glanced over at Zigzag. "Is your friend alright?"

"Zig, snap out of it," Armpit elbowed him and he seemed to jump out of his stupor.

"Wow, I'm sorry," He smiled appologetically. He really had a nice smile, which Carrie noticed immediately.

"So how old are you guys?" Carrie inquired.

"I'm 18 and Pit is 16," Zigzag replied. "How about you?"

"I'm 16," She answered. The two boys sat down on cots, most likely their own.

"Do you want me to show you around a little?" Zigzag asked, obviously wanting an excuse to make sure that he really wasn't hallucinating. For some reason, Carrie found herself not minding.

"Sure." She stood up and followed him out of the tent. Armpit stayed behind.

As soon as she set foot outside of the tent again, boys were flocking around. "Hey, babe, what's your name?" Someone asked. Carrie didn't see who.

"Guys, move on, she's a chick, not a circus show." Zigzag pushed his way through the crowd, holding on to Carrie's hand. They boys dispersed, grumbling about Zigzag ruining their fun.

"Sorry about that," He appologized.

"It's not your fault," She responded. Carrie noticed that he didn't let go of her hand right away.

And for some reason, she found that she didn't mind that either.