I heaved a huge sigh and gazed out of the dirty bus window. I tugged lightly on my right hand, which was currently resting in a handcuff; the other part fastened to a pole on the bus.

I had just learned yesterday what this mysterious "Camp Green Lake" was. A correctional facility. Not just that, but a correctional facility for guys! I was going to be the only girl there. In a camp full of hormonal teenage guys! I swear, if they do anything...

Since I'm supposed to be a "normal" person there, I have to act like I'm a juvenile delinquent while at this camp. A "regular" person. Yeah right.

That's why I'm handcuffed to the bus. This is so stupid.

A cloud of dust swirling outside my window and I noticed holes in the sand. Trying to look farther in the distance, I saw buildings. Tents.

Boys.

They all stopped and stared when they caught sight of the bus. I hoped that they couldn't see me through the windows.

Finally, the bus came to a stop, and I waited, hearing voices come through the window.

"Looks like a new camper-"

"I hope the new guy doesn't get our tent-"

I rolled my eyes, as the guard uncuffed me and sent me down the stairs into the world waiting for me outside.

"Wait a second..." I heard one guy said, as I stepped onto the desert sand.

Every guy stood in front of me, gaping with their mouths wide open, like they'd never seen a girl before.

"D-dude, it's a girl!" I heard a whisper.

"Long brown hair, green eyes. She's exactly my type," another guy said, and I caught him nudge the guy with dirty glasses next to him.

"Man, she's gorgeous." I watched as everyone looked toward a guy with crazy hair.

More catcalls and whistles followed me as I followed the guard into a building on the left. I opened the door and felt the cool relief of air conditioning. My eyes immediately settled on a man who was turned around away from me. I uncertainly sat in the chair in front of the desk.

"So, you're the girl," the man said, turning around. As soon as he faced me, I unconsciously shrunk back into my seat. "I usually don't allow girls into my camp, but I hear you're a bad one." I raised my eyebrow.

"You think that's funny?" he asked, leaning forward and getting right into my face.

"N-no," I answered, scared to death of what this guy could do to me.

"My name is Mr. Sir." He spat out a sunflower seed shell. "Whenever you speak to me, you must call me by my name, is that clear?"

"Um...yes," I said, then hastily added, "Mr. Sir."

Mr. Sir sat back in his seat. "You might be a girl, but this isn't any Girl Scout camp." I said nothing. Then, Mr. Sir said something I never thought I'd hear. "Are you hiding anything, girl?" I shook my head. "I have to check."

I sat up quickly. "No freakin' way!"

Mr. Sir moved forward slowly. "What did you just say?"

"Nothing," I lied, sitting back in my seat.

"We'll skip the next part, but don't expect any other handicaps because you're a girl."

I sighed with relief. Mr. Sir gave me an orange jumpsuit with other clothing. "You wear one set to work in and the other for relaxation. Laundry is done every three days. That day, your work clothes will be washed, and the other set will become your work clothes. You will then have clean clothes to wear when resting."

"Um...Mr. Sir," I said, finally finding the courage to speak. "What do we do here?"

"Missy, you are to dig one hole each day, every day. Your hole must be five feet deep and five feet across. Your shovel is your measuring stick. Breakfast is at 4:30. Got that?"

Dig holes? What kind of correctional facility was this? This had to be some joke. But, instead, I mumbled, "Yes, Mr. Sir."

"Come on," Mr. Sir got up out of his seat and I quickly followed him outside. "See any fences?"

I looked around and saw nothing but sand, more sand, and some tents. Not to mention holes. Lots and lots of holes. "No, Mr. Sir."

"How about guard towers?"

I immediately answered, "No, Mr. Sir."

"Run away, I dare ya." I looked at Mr. Sir like he was crazy. Okay, what was he up to?

"I'm not gonna run away," I announced, remembering why I was here.

"That's good," Mr. Sir drawled. "We've got the only water around here for a hundred miles. So you'd be buzzard food in three days."

Suddenly, this lanky guy came rushing up to me. "Hello! My name is Mr. Pendanski. I will be your counselor, in tent D. A guy tent, but since you screwed up your life acted like one, you get to be one." Well, this guy totally freaks me out.

"Now..." We started walking to the tents. "Kristina's your name, right?" I nodded. "I know your life might be a little screwed up, but you can turn it back around!" I desperately wanted to say something to Mr. Pendanski, like "Do you always act like this?" but decided against it.

"Ahh..." We stopped in front of a tent. "D Tent." I could have sworn I saw a pair of eyes peeking out of the corner of the tent.

Mr. Pendanski led me up the stairs and inside; the tent completely went quiet. It was like they had never seen this before. A girl, I mean. What a glorious another couple months.

"Okay, Kristina, this is-" he started pointed to the guys, "Rex, José, Ricky, Theodore, Alan, Stanley, and Zero."

"Mom, how many times do we have to tell you?" the one Mr. Pendanski called Rex said, "It's X-Ray, Magnet, Zigzag, Armpit, Squid, Caveman, and Zero."

"Their nicknames," Mr. Pendanski explained, waving them off, "When you get a nickname, you're doomed for life. At least that's what I think. Anyway, I'm gonna leave you here Kristina." And with that, the scary happy-go-lucky guy left.

Left me with a tent full of guys. I'm just so lucky.

"You're Kristina, huh?" X-ray asked, as soon as Pendanski left.

"Yeah," I answered, then immediately thought I shouldn't have opened my mouth.

"Nicknames?" Another one asked. I couldn't remember what he was named. Maybe...Magnet?

"None." I decided that I wasn't gonna tell these guys anything.

The one kid named Squid or Alan or whatever smirked, his eyes lighting up. "What about Krissy?"

I cringed at that name. Ihate that name. "What?" I asked, my eyes flashing dangerously.

He continue to smirk, a toothpick dangling from his mouth. "If you don't like Krissy, how about Kris?"

I think he's already trying to make my life miserable. "I have no nicknames whatsoever. And if you call me those nicknames, you will regret it." Yes, threats always work.

"Yeah right," he scoffed. Or not. I threw my hands in the air in defeat and left the tent. What did I do to deserve this? My life has taken a whole one eighty degree turn...from acceptable to awesomely bad. What was I gonna do?