Chapter 1

"Hurry up, man!!! We gotta go there's cops!!" Thats all I heard from my friend Jo as I lit the match and threw it on the car building that busted us a while ago...long story. I stood and watch the line of fire come near the building.

"CHRIS!" I turned around suddenly and jumped into the red convertable, where I sat by Rick, who is one of our best friends. He had long brown hair with glasses that hid his green eyes. Then I heard sirens. I turned around to see cops chasing us. My worried face must've gave it away, 'cause I knew we were going to get caught. Jo saw my face and tried giving me a helping smile. She sped up with the wind blowing my hair up in a messy bun, the tips in blue. The car slowed a little.

"Wait..huh? Chris, did u fill the car with gas?" Jo asked. Uh-oh. I turned to Rick.

"Rick, I thought I told you to," I said. He looked at us like he was deaf.

"I thought since you-"

"RICK!!!" Me and Jo screamed. He mouthed sorry as the car stopped.

"This....is just...great," Jo said. Then the car went to a complete stop. One of the cops came out and shined the flashlight in our faces as we squinted.

"Well, well, well. A few kids trying to get away from the scene," He said. His breath smelled like stale ciggarettes and gum. Nasty. "Well, It's about time we got y'all," then he took his walkie talkie and said something to it and more cops came out.

"Great job Rick," I said as I slapped him in the back of the head. Alls he did was look down. What the cop meant by catching us, he meant because we were allways up to trouble. We were a neighborhood gang, but not like a feared gang. But most kids can't hang out with us, because of how we act, and how our parents are.

Later on he put us in handcuffs and a week later, we were in court. My mom, Jo's mom, and Ricks brother was there. I was scared on how they were gonna work this. I'm too young to go to jail. But, with all the things i've done, I deserve it.

"You two girls have a chance, either go to Camp Sunnyside, or go to jail. Rick Summins, you, too, have a choice. BUT, Camp Green Lake." I've heard of Camp Sunnyside, there's nothing SUNNY of Camp Sunnyside. It's a place where the girls go when they're bad. Grr.

"Hey, why don't we just go to the camp, it's probably a hell of a lot better than jail." I whisperd towards Jo. She looked at me and gave me a half smile, Then nodded.

"Camp Sunnyside," I said. My mother, sitting in the back with alot of makeup on, a cheetah speghetti strapped shirt with a black skirt, black stockings and black high heels with her blonde hair up all messy, was smoking. She doesn't care. She never really has.

"Okay, then...if that's your dicision," then with the slam of his mallot, the deal was done.

A week later we were all packed up to go. The bus was out and everything. Jo started climbing in the bus as I turned to my mom.

"Well, bye," I whisperd.

"Get your ass on that bus you idiot! How many times have I told you NOT to burn things anymore! HUH? Hell, now they got me throwing out all my lighters....stupid child."

"I'll miss you too," I said. Then I turned and got on the suffocating hot bus. Where there was a guy who put these heavy chains on my hands and feet and sat down next to Jo.

"Uh-uh," The guy said. I looked up and gave him a dirty look. Then movied to the very back. When I sat near Jo I noticed she took the knife she's allways had since she was like, five. She used it for EVERYTHING!! And I'm mean, litterally, everything.

A bead of sweat dripped down the side of my head. I looked up and saw the guard talking to the busdriver. I went in my pocket and took out my lighter. I kept switching it on and off. Watching the fire die down. I love fire, it's like a free spirit. It can run and no one can stop it...most of the time. Kinda like me. We came into a deserted looking place, and saw people outside digiging. If you ask me, I swear they were guys, 'cause they have they're shirts off. I looked in the isle to see what Jo was doing, just as what I thought. She was trying to pick the lock of the chains he put on us. Then the bus came to a stop outside of a cabin looking building.

"Okay, ladies. This is your stop." Then the guard let us get off and he took the chains off of us. It was so hot. Sucks I wore these pants. I had on black jeans with a wife-beater and black converses. Jo had on blue jeans with a dark brown no sleeved shirt with nike shoes. I looked around and saw nothing but boys. Then I turned to Jo.

"Jo, I don't think we're in Camp Sunnyside."