Dear Diary,

This is it... I'm off to hell. I'm on the bus and there's one other kid on here. He is big... and stanky. His name was Theodore. I made sure I stayed as far way as possible, I mean he really is stanky. He has B.O. or something.I'm sitting in the back right now. There's nothing to look at though. Everything is dirt... and dirt and MORE DIRT! Wow.. this is going to be exciting. Really exciting, I tell ya. I give this place a week. Yeah, a week. Digging holes is so not for me. I hope after this stupid camp they'll send me to an adoption agency or something. Or an all girl's Catholic School. Sounds better than DIGGING HOLES! How is this suppose to help us!? I don't think it is... they just want to watch in a big control room, with lots of TVs and stuff and laugh at us. Lauugh at us, because we're fool digging holes for these losers. And I am no workig with Theodore! If he stanks that much just sitting... think if he was actually working and digging! EW!

-Taylor