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"You are so lucky!" my best friend Heather squealed. She was sitting on my bed, helping me pack.

"Lucky? Are you crazy? I got sentenced to a detention camp for 6 weeks! At least my record was clean, or else I probably would've got 6 months."

"Yea, but it's an all boys detention camp!"

"Not anymore." I pointed out. "Besides, I don't get what's so lucky about that. I get to be all around these…ick, hormonal boys who probably haven't seen a girl in who knows how long. Sorry, not my idea of fun."

Heather got off my bed and came over to me. She shook my shoulders until I was dizzy.

"Bad boys could be really hot ya know. I mean seriously, look at Shane." Heather said, referring to Shane Carter, the school's bad boy. Okay, so seriously, he was like, at least a 9 out of 10 on most girl's scales, but I mean really, he was a…juvie! Well I guess I am now too, so I better start liking bad boys I suppose.

"Okay, just forget about all this stuff, now finish helping me pack!" I said, exasperated. To tell you the truth, I was actually thinking about this a lot. I was going to be at a once all boys detention camp, and there are some cute bad boys. But that thought soon vanished when I realized that I was going to be the only girl there. Not something I was happy about.

"So you're actually allowed to bring all this stuff with you?" Heather asked, eyeing my two almost full suitcases.

"Yea, my mom called the camp place after her mental breakdown, and asked like, a million questions. It was embarrassing really, even though I wasn't part of the conversation."

It was true, my mom did call the camp. Can you believe we actually got a pamphlet about the camp? Like it was some, I don't know, vacation spot of something! The pamphlet was pretty stupid, it had a picture of a hole and a shovel on the top, then inside it talked about the place. The boys there dig holes as their punishment. I didn't know what the girls were supposed to do, but I soon found out after my mom called.

I found out lots of stuff, like there were 5 tents, A, B, C, D, and E. They didn't tell me which tent I was supposed to be in. I also found out that I was to make the meals, instead of digging holes. The person told my mom that they didn't want me to be out in the dessert with a whole bunch of boys, unsupervised. My mom practically had a coronary right there, and she started yelling at the person, telling her that her daughter was no slut, etc. etc. That person sure did get an earful. They assured her that it wasn't what he meant, and that he was directing it towards the boys. That got my mom going into a long, long lecture on how they better keep me safe. It was a long phone call, but she finally got to the facts, like that I was allowed to bring whatever I wanted with me, just no weapons, drugs, or alcohol, yea, like I was totally planning on bringing that, and that I could receive packages and mail, but they have to be opened before hand by the people in charge to make sure I'm not sneaking in weapons, drugs, or alcohol. And oh yea, the boys are supposed to wear these jumpsuits, but I get to bring my own clothes. I have it all planned out though, I made 6 suitcases, each with one week's worth of clothes. I'm taking one with me, and each week my mom's going to mail me another one, and I'm going to mail back the dirty clothes. She's also going to probably send me a 5 page hand-written letter of course, along with a care package, but hey, beggars can't be choosers.

So yea, one suitcase was clothes, and the other one Heather and I were filling up with some girl necessities, like my hairbrush, shampoo and conditioner, soap, and then some pads and tampons, but I made sure those were tucked away in a secret pocket. I also brought a few of my favorite books along with my CD Player, and my CD collection. I also packed my diary, but I stuck it in when Heather wasn't looking, cause, you know, she would totally want to read it. So we were both sitting on my bed, looking around my room, when Heather jumped, pulled me up, and started crying. Then I started crying, and we stood there hugging until my mom heard the whole commotion, and came in and started hugging both of us. It was a very emotional moment.

"I'm going to miss you so much," Heather sniffed.

"I know, but I'm only going to be gone six weeks, I've went on vacation once for like, 3 months, and you were okay then."

"Oh yea," she said, then stood back and wiped her tears away. "That wasn't so bad, I mean, at least I was able to call you and all, I'm not going to be able to call you!"

"You could always write…"

"True…but you better write back, and tell me all about the hot boys there!"

Too late, it slipped. My mom's eyes got really wide.

"Claire Ann Wilson!"

Ugh, I hate my middle name. It's nice and all, I just don't like it with my name.

"Mom, I'm not going to get all caught up around boys, okay? Besides, it's not like any one of them would like me or anything."

"Oh honey," my mom said, her eyes going from stern to soft looking. "Boys like you! You shouldn't think so low on yourself, you're a very mature, pretty girl, any boy would die to go out with you! You don't know how lucky you are…." Okay, so she kept going on and on, and I just tuned her out. Heather was smart enough to slip out, and I was stuck there getting lectured.

After my mom finally left, I was able to finish packing. There wasn't much left for me to pack, but there was a lot of room left in my suit case, so I started throwing in some useless stuff, just to take up the space. I threw in last year's yearbook, a bunch of hair ties, extra earphones, a Jesse McCartney poster, anything I had laying around. Then I realized that I was going to be cooking the meals at that camp, and I can't cook to save my life, so I snuck into the kitchen, avoiding mom radar, and took a whole bunch of snacks and stuff, just some junk food to keep my energy up. When that was all packed, my suitcase was full and I decided to go online for a while. This was my last day home, so I decided I should say buhbye to all my friends.

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It was 11:00 when I finally fell asleep, only to be woken up at 5 in the morning. The bus wasn't coming to pick me up until 8, but I wanted to get ready. I jumped into the shower and realized that this was my last warm, ½ hour shower, so I stayed in for an hour, to savor it. When I was all dressed and my hair had dried up (I don't use a hair dryer) it was already 6:45. I was wearing my denim shorts and a white tank top, with my sneakers, and I decided to leave my hair down. Okay, so maybe I was trying to look my best, well, kind of. Anyway, I quickly went through both suitcases, making sure that I had everything, when the doorbell rang. It was Monday, and my parents were home because they wanted to see me leave, so they answered it. It was Heather, and she brought over something wrapped up in a box.

"Here, this is for you," she said, handing me the gift. I looked at her questioningly.

"I'm going to a detention camp, and you give me a going away gift?" I said sarcastically. She nodded.

"Just open it!"

Inside was a CD that I'd been dying to get, and some of her own homemade cookies and brownies. Unlike me, Heather could cook really well.

"Oh my gosh, you didn't have to get me anything!" I said, giving her a hug.

"I know, I know, but hey, I knew you wanted that CD, and I'm pretty sure the camp's food is going to be worse that hospital food, so there."

"Same thing I thought," I said, opening the suitcase with the food. She laughed when she saw the junk food I packed, and helped me squeeze in the gift she gave me.

"Heather, you're mothers on the phone! She says you're school bus is here!" my mom yelled from down the stairs. Heather sighed.

"Well, write to me, kay? Tell me about all the hot boys at camp." She said, tears filling her eyes.

"Oh, come on, it's only for 6 weeks, don't get upset," I said, giving her one last hug. "And I'll write, just make sure nobody starts any rumors about me, okay?"

"Yup," she said, then ran down the stairs. "Bye Claire!"

"See ya."

By then my bus had arrived, and I lugged my suitcases down the stairs. My parents were waiting at the door, eyeing the bus driver suspiciously.

"I guess I have to go now," I said quietly.

My mom came over and hugged me for a long time, and I realized she was crying. So was I, I'd never been away from my parents for more that 3 days, and I was going to miss them. While my mom was hugging me, my dad had brought my luggage out to the bus.

"You be good," my dad said, patting me on the back. I hugged him, then headed out the door. I didn't want to make a big scene. I was halfway down my drive way when I made the mistake of looking back. I saw my mom there, crying, and my dad with his eyes all glassy, and I ran back and gave them both a hug, crying like a baby. So embarrassing. After that I ran to the bus, got on at the seat all the was at the back, and waved to my parents as the bus took off.

"Bye guys," I said quietly.

(A/N: I'm so happy! Summerland repeats just started, and I finally get to watch them! Any other Summerland fans around??

Hope everyone liked this chapter, chapter four is coming up soon! Review!)