I know, i haven't even finished my ther story yet, but give me a break. this popped into my head, and i had to write it down. i'll update it if someone likes it, but there are no promises on when. I love you guys.

I closed my eyes and let the images block out the screaming of my father, wishing he would just shut up for once. "Don't close your eyes!" he yelled. I opened them, but never really focused on him. "Olvidada Garcia! Look at me!" He made me focus on him, then cut me with the broken edge of a Southern Comfort bottle. He liked to make me cry, but I refused to give him the satisfaction. I blocked him out and clenched my teeth. He suddenly started doing things he'd never done before. He started going into my pants.

I lost it. "NO!" I yelled, then kicked him, hard, in the face. He fought back. I grabbed a knife and just... went crazy. "You don't touch me!!" I screamed as he took his last breath. I knew the neighbors would be on the phone to the police any minute now, but in the state I was in, I no longer cared. The knife was covered in his blood. I smiled, satisfied. No one could touch me now. Mom had died a while ago from "falling off the garage roof". Bullshit. He killed her. She and I were practically twins. We're from Cuba, but we moved here for 'a better life.' A better life my ass. We had to move because of his job. He never wanted me, so that's why he named me Olvidada. It means forgotten.

They broke down the door when they came. "What the hell is this?" a police woman asked.

"He try to rape me after he beat me, so I kill him. He went too damn far. He been doing this for years. Is how he killed my mama," I said in my still slightly broken English.

"You have the right to remain silent..." a policeman started to recite. I blocked him out as he cuffed me. A few days later, a trial was held. I plead guilty. I may be a hard-ass, but I've always been honest.

"You have two choices, Olvidada. Camp Greenlake or jail."

I stared hard at him. "Greenlake, sir."

He slammed down the mallet, making me jump. "24 months, Camp Greenlake. Court adjourned."

I was allowed to get some things from my house before I left. I filled my backpack with a few T-shirts, some jeans and knee-length shorts, under garments, feminine supplies, my mothers journals from when she was young, and my sketchbook. After thinking a few minutes, I grabbed my two-piece swimsuit and a new, empty sketchbook so I wouldn't run out of paper. I then sat downstairs, carving words into my arms with my pocket knife. I liked the pain. It was something new to me. It was a rush to my head. I then realized I'd written Forgotten on my arm in big, bold letters. I pocketed my knife when I heard the rumble of a bus and went outside.

"Olvidada Garcia?"

"Yes." He pointed and I stepped onto the bus where I saw a boy sitting in the middle left seat. I took the middle right and nodded at him. He nodded back. The guard handcuffed me to the seat. "Cual es la idea grande?!" I screeched. (What is the big idea?!) He acted like he hadn't heard me and the bus pulled away. The tiny African-American boy looked at my arm. I shrugged and he looked at the rest of me. I'm 5'6 with my mama's long, straight black hair, black eyes, dark skin, and what she liked to call the meat on our bones. She was a firm believer that all women should have hips, thighs, and breasts. Well, we did. I still do. I refuse to draw attention to it though. He still looked at me, that boy. I moved my limber body so I could get my knife out of my knee-pocket to pick the lock. When the guard's glasses slid down, I saw that he was asleep. The driver obviously didn't care. I removed the cuffs, then looked at the boy. He was half asleep. I took off the cuffs for him. He smiled sleepily at me as I squeezed his shoulder and went back to my seat. I couldn't help but laugh a little as I put my knife away. Americans. I slept until we got there, wherever that was. We just dropped our cuffs in the guard's hand as we got off the bus. When I realized it was an all boys camp, I started screaming. "No! Usted no pueda ponerme en una tienda con los muchachos! Era un varon que casi me mato!" (No! you can not put me in a tent with boys! It was a male who almost killed me!)

"Talk English!" The man yelled at me. "This is not Mexico, Girl Scout!"

"I from Costa Rica!" I screeched, jumping up and knocking over my chair. He looked almost... scared. "Do not call me Mexican, or Girl Scout, or whatever hell else you think up! MY NAME IS OLVIDADA!!" I spat in his face.

An all-too-happy man came in smiling. "Olvidada, Hector, I'm Mr. Pendanski." I tuned him out as we followed him to a tent marked with a capital D. "Olvidada, you were put in this tent because none of the boys in here have been charged with sexual crimes." I was grateful for that, but still wondered weather or not they would try anything. We walked into the tent. "Boys, this is Olvidada and Hector."

"A chica?!" the Mexican boy asked in amazement.

"Yes Jose. Now, she's here because she also did wrong, so I suggest you not mess with her. She could probably kill you if she wanted." I snarled at him, this Pendanski man. He backed off. "Jose, you'll be her mentor. Ricky, you will be Hectors mentor."

"I haven't seen a girl in so long..." The black boy with glasses said, coming towards me like he wanted to touch me.

"No! Nadie tactos yo, entienden? Le matare si usted!" (No! No one touches me, understand? I will kill you if you do!) I yelled at him.

"Huh?" they all asked. Except for Jose.

He sighed. "She doesn't want you to touch her. She'll kill you if you do. By the way, chica, don't call me Jose. It's Magnet. That's Squid, X-ray, Armpit, Zigzag, and Barfbag. I know you can speak English. We all heard you in Mr. Sir's office."

"You know what the hell I do to get here? I kill my father. He try to rape me and he beat me. That how my mama died, okay? That how I was going to die too." I was holding back tears as I left the tent. I heard footsteps behind me and saw the one they called Squid. "What the hell you want?"

He hugged me. "I know what you went through, okay? I'm here if you ever want to talk." He left before I could say a word. I looked around the camp. It looked like it had once been a tiny town.

"Hey, it's Olvidada, right?" Magnet asked. I nodded, tensing, not trusting him farther than I could throw him. "Hey, just so you know, you're not forgotten. When you get out of here, we'll be around. I can promise you that. We were just talking in the tent. Come on back with me." He offered his hand for me to take. I did so hesitantly. "Come on, hermosa, I won't bite, I promise." (Beautiful)

He must have been at least 5'10 or so and growing, but he wasn't intimidating, unlike some of the others. When we got back to the tent, he gently put his arm around my back. "Well, it's about time you two got back," X-ray laughed. I snarled at him. I trusted him less than I did the others. He backed off. A bell rang. "Dinner time."

I followed Magnet through the line, getting the disgusting looking food. When I sat down, I stabbed it with my fork. "Es esta mierda alambique vivo? La pienso guinada en mi!" I exclaimed. (is this shit still alive? I think it winked at me!)

Magnet laughed. "No, el miradas justas que el Zigzag de la manera la misma cosa. "(No, it just looks that way. Zigzag thinks the same thing.) I smiled widely at him.

"Hey, you two. This is Am-er-I-ca, not Mexico. We speak English here."

We both glared at Armpit, but I spoke first. "I am not from Mexico. I am from Costa Rica! And no shit you speak English here. I only been here what, a year? I know what language you speak!" I was screaming in his face, despite the fact that he had a weight advantage.

Then Magnet spoke. "I'm not from Mexico either, Pit. Man, you should know by now I'm from Panama. I told you a million times, I lived here in the states for about 2 years before I got sent here." He was obviously angry, but kept a calm exterior. I think that's what scared him the most. Magnet gently pulled me back onto the bench. "Es aceptable. El es apenas estupido, usted conseguira utilizado a el." ( It's okay. He's just stupid, you'll get used to it.) I laughed out loud. He laughed with me. They just stared at us. X-ray was glaring at magnet with a look of pure jealousy. When I looked at him, he looked at his plate.

I burst out laughing anew. He liked me! HA! That bastard. He'd never get close to me, ever. He reminded me too much of my Papa. Too intimidating. He still stared. I looked hard at him. "Take a picture. It last longer," I said, getting up from the table. I went into the tent, then sat on my cot and read my mother's journals. She knew how to write in perfect English, but speaking it was something else. It's the same with me. 'I gave birth to my daughter yesterday. He named her Olvidada. Forgotten. She's so beautiful, but he doesn't want her. But I love her, so she stays, thank God. The condition that she stays on is he got to name her. I wanted to name her Estrella. She really is a star. She has stars in her eyes. I hate him, but if I leave, he'll hunt me down.'

"Why are you crying?" Squid's voice asked.

I gasped. He'd been watching me. "None of your business."

He raised his eyebrows. "So? I intend to make it my business."

"Leave me alone, Calamar."

"What did you call me?"

"Your name in Spanish, estupido," I said. He picked up and read what I'd read. "What, you think you learn my life that way? Give it back."

"Estrella?" I nodded and started to cry harder. I guess he knew better than to touch me anywhere but my hands, which he did. I looked up at him. "You know, you don't have to be so mean to X-ray. He's got a crush on you. So what? You're a beautiful girl, you'd think you'd be used to it by now. But anyway, Mag wants to know if you want to come play pool."

I smiled wickedly. I'm what you'd call a pool shark.