A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone!

Just an illusen: Thanks for the review, I love San Antonio too.

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CoolGirlEmily: Yes, I am a Degrassi Fan (hence, degrassichick92) and when I wrote about Manny Farber it took me a little while to realize I was actually writing her in the description of Cassie Steele on Degrassi. And then I realized I put Stacy Farber's last name on there. But yeah, if you wanted to know what the Manny in my story looks like, I guess, refer to Manny on Degrassi (only without all the revealing clothes)

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Chelseajones: Thanks for the stuff on Magnet and Manny, and what you wrote after that is actually what is going to more than likely happen. And yeah, Manny is supposed to look like Manny on Degrassi (body and face wise, not as much clothes wise) and if you didn't catch on, Keely (Manny's roommate) is actually supposed to look like Ashley Kerwin on Degrassi.

I'm not trying to steal Degrassi, they are owned by Epitome Productions, The N/Noggin, CTV, and Canada. And they are not playing there characters in my story. They just kinda look like them...anyway...

One more thing, if you want to know what Maddie looks like, refer to Hayden Panettiere on Raising Helen (the fifteen year old) or if you haven't seen that Maddie on Tiger Cruise (I didn't get her name from that though), just with a little bit cooler clothes then what she wore in them.

Here's Chapter 3 and keep the reviews coming because you know I love 'em!

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Chapter 3

"Maldición," I cursed under my breath the word damn in Spanish as somebody shook me the next morning.

I opened up my eyes, it was still dark!

"Who died?" I groaned.

"Get up!" I heard Matchbox yell.

I looked at my watch 4:25.

"Are you insane?" I asked groggily.

"Up!" Blue said and began to shake me until I tumbled off my cot and hit the floor with a THUD.

I scowled at them but hobbled around for a minute in my blue thigh high pajama shorts and white spaghetti strap tank top that rode to the top of my belly button.

"Nice outfit," Matchbox said with a laugh.

I laughed at his joke giddy and sarcastically and then grabbed my clothes, "Where do I change?"

"I just changed right here," I heard Keely say.

I rolled my eyes, "Is there a restroom here?"

"There is a porter back there," Roadrunner said, pointing his thumb behind him.

"A portero orinal de niño?" I questioned.

"If that means porter potty, yes," Roadrunner answer.

"Ew," I said and then grabbed my clothes and hobbled my way to the "bathroom".

I stepped out 2 minutes later, since the room was dark I could barely see what I was doing, I dropped my clothes in my crate and then stepped outside, placing a white visor over my black hair.

I went over to the water picket and filled my canteen. I took a swig and then walked over to the Dining Hall.

They were having what looked like honey cinnamon wrap, I took one. So gross!

I spit it into my napkin and tossed it in the garbage can.

After breakfast-if you could call it that- we went back to where all the campers were standing in front of a tool shed labeled Library.

As soon as the shed opened up, I pushed my way through the crowd and grabbed the first shovel I could see, which some guy snagged out of my hand and tossed a much heavier one in my hand.

I looked up at him, he was about 2 inches taller than me, African American, and had really foggy glasses, "You see that red tape right there?" he asked me as if I were a two year old.

"What's your point?"

"That means it's the smallest shovel, it's my shovel, you got that?"

I nodded, "Sure, whatever," I said and walked away from him, only to get stopped by some guy with brown hair covered up by a white baseball cap and a toothpick.

"Smaller shovel, smaller hole," was his only reply and then he ran off to join ol' foggy glasses.

I scoffed at them and rolled my eyes as I tried to carry the world's heaviest shovel.

"Were they bugging you?" I heard someone ask.

I turned and faced Jose-or Magnet as everyone called him.

"Not really, just some jerk who stole my shovel, like I could see even which one I got, I can't even see where I'm go-" I said but got caught off, when I tripped on a rock, I went tumbling straight into a hole.

I coughed up the dirt that got caught in my throat and I tried to stand up, "Help me," I said to Magnet, holding out my hand, he pulled me the rest of the way up and I caught my balance and continued to walk.

"Your section of holes is right there," Magnet said, pointing to a section of the desert where all my roommates were, I guessed, I still couldn't see.

"Do you have a flashlight?" I asked.

"Damn, you used to be nocturnal, what happened?" Magnet asked with a laugh.

"I dunno, I got sheltered?" I asked with a laugh.

He held onto my shoulder and led me over to a patch of dirt, he sat my canteen on the ground and handed me the shovel.

"Now if you need anything? Just try to find me, got it?"

I nodded, he gave my shoulder a tight squeeze and then I heard his feet pounding away.

I stared down at the dirt that I could barely see.

I slammed my shovel into the dirt.

Yeah, that worked. Not.

I stared at the dirt, "What am I supposed to do?"

"Dig a hole, five feet deep, five feet wide," I heard Twister say.

"Yeah, I know, but how?"

"You're like a Martian," Roadrunner said with a laugh and walked over towards me, slamming my shovel hard into the ground and pulling out a shovel full of dirt.

"Good luck with the rest of the hole," he said, giving me a pat on the back and then walking back to his own hole.

I slammed my shovel in but nothing worked.

I grabbed my canteen and took a swig and then realized something, a grin spread across my face.

I took my canteen and poured water into my patch of dirt until it became muddy, I dug my shovel in. Success!

I poured almost the whole canteen in and was 2 feet into the hole when the water truck showed up at around 10:00.

"Damn," Twister said, eyeing my hole.

I stood in line right in front of Keely and waited for my canteen to be filled.

Mr. Sir was standing in front of me when I got to the front of the line, "How's your first day of diggin?" he asked.

"It's alright," I said with a smile as he handed me back his canteen.

I took a swig out of it and then waited for him to drive off and I poured more into my hole, I shoveled up another foot by 11:15 and got my last foot finished by the time it was lunch.

"Damn, wanna help me with mine?" Roadrunner asked with a laugh.

"How far are you in?" I asked.

"3 and half feet," he said glumly, I laughed.

"Here's your lunch," Mr. Sir said, handing the bag into my hand.

"Gracias," I said in my all Spanish accent and then sat by my hole and began to chomp on my bologna sandwich.

I ate one of my graham crackers and took a swig out of my white milk carton and then tossed all of my food into the brown paper sack.

"You sure you don't wanna help me? Last chance..." Roadrunner said, as I got ready to leave.

"Sorry, my hands hurt," I said and pulled off my gloves that had red blisters on them, 2 of which were bleeding.

Matchbox came up behind me, "First hole is always the hardest,"

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I grabbed my relaxation clothes and a towel and put on my white flip flops and walked over to the shower stalls.

I really have to shower...here?

I turned to see if I could see Mr. Sir or Mr. Rockton anywhere but they were out of site.

Perfect...not.

I dropped my token in the jar and stepped in the shower stall, which thank god, had a door.

I closed the stall door and stood there for a moment

Then turned on the water which was...freezing!

"Santo dado!" I screeched out.

The water at the swimming pool in San Antonio wasn't even this cold!

After a minute, I got used to the cool water and began to apply my shampoo, a minute later after it was all rinsed out, I put my conditioner in my hair, as soon as I was getting ready to rinse it off...the water shut off.

"Ugh!" I said and grabbed my towel, wiping off my body.

I pulled on my clothes and slung the other ones over my arm along with my bag with bath necessities and my towel.

I walked into my tent and dropped them off in my crate and brushed out my hair, the flap to my tent opened up.

"Hey," I heard someone say from behind me.

I turned and saw Zig Zag, leaning against the tent.

"Hi...?"

"Look, about yesterday...I think I overreacted a little bit,"

You're kidding, right?

"Are you afraid that if we fought, you'd lose to a chica like me?"

Zig Zag scoffed, "No, wouldn't want you to break a nail though,"

"I don't care if I break all my nails, are you afraid?"

Zig Zag shook his head, "No...you know what? Forget I apologized...it's on," and with that he turned on his heel and walked out of the tent.

"Wait!" I called after, running out of my tent.

He turned around, "What?"

"What are we fighting for anyway?" I asked.

"Whoever wins by the end of next month, gets the others daily shower tokens and gets to take 8 minutes showers each day for a week, how's that?"

"I don't like it when guys smell..." I said.

Zig Zag smirked at me, "Ha, ha, not a problem. Because, I won't be the one smelling,"

I rolled my eyes at him, "How are we fighting anyway?"

Zig Zag smiled at me and walked off, "You'll see!"

-Sorry chapter is kinda short, next one will be longer.