What to do? What to do? That was the real question. Here I was, stuck inside the tent with nothing to do. Wait. No worries. I rummaged through my bag, and brought out a couple things I was sure weren't allowed. Oh well. Guess I just snuck them in...on accident. Yes, accident. Not my fault he didn't search throughout my entire bag.

I brought out my CD player, and my case of CDs. I smiled to myself, reading the cover of my CD case. The Bubel/Aiken Foundation, with a silhouette of Clay Aiken hugging a little boy with autism.

Wait, you ask, Clay Aiken? Yes, Clay Aiken. Not my fault I fell in love with his voice.

I opened the CD case, and put in the first and most cherished CD in the case. I bet you can guess which CD that is. Measure of a Man, by Clay Aiken. As soon as I pressed the play button on the CD player, Clay's rich and powerful voice came through the headphones.

Damn, this boy can sing.

Guess the next half hour resulted in me getting lost in Clay's voice. Cause I don't remember anything after that first note Clay sang. Sadly, and not to mention rudely, I was interrupted.

Someone took my headphones off one ear and shouted, "Hello?!"

I jumped and turned around, angrily. Oh, the guys were back. Just my luck.

"Whatcha listening to?" "he" asked. God, when will he ever understand that I never want him to talk to me again?

"None of your business," I said, plain and simple.

I took my headphones off and set them on the bed. That was a huge mistake. One second later, it was gone. Of course, it had to be Magnet. I looked toward him, and saw he had on the headphones and was pressing the buttons on the CD player.

"Wait a second. Who the heck is this?" Magnet asked, making faces at the music.

"Oh come on. We want to listen too!" ZigZag yelled.

I turned around to see "him" taking out a portable boombox. Guess I wasn't the only one who snuck stuff in.

"Give me the CD Magnet," "he" said, as Magnet took out the CD, and gave it to "him". What was this? Musical CD? I should have demanded my CD back, but the prospect of hearing Clay's voice coming out of those speakers was too much.

A second later, "Invisible" started playing.

"What the hell?!" practically the whole tent shouted.

I raised an eyebrow at them.

"Is this who I think it is?" Caveman asked, "Is this...Clay Aiken?" Duh.

"THE GAY MAN?!?!" the rest of D-Tent shouted.

One thing you should know about me, if someone calls Clay gay, you'd better stay out of my way.

"What did you just call him?" I asked, glaring at them.

"Clay Aiken, or more precisely known as Clay Gaiken," "he" said. ...He's about to get it.

"Clay Aiken is NOT gay!" I said. The anger was easily audible.

"Sure, sure. If now-a-days, a guy who is not gay likes guys."

"You know what? You're probably the one that's gay. You want Clay to be only because of the reason that you like him. Or you're jealous of all the girls that he has." I love my comebacks.

"Oh yes. I want to be like Clay to have all the girls," "he" said, and then started prancing around the room, singing with the music, "If I was invisible, then I'm gay...oh yeah...If I was gay...wait, I already am!"

"Yeah, that's true. You are gay," I exclaimed.

The other guys just watched on like little sissies in the background.

"Am not! Clay is!" "He" said.

"You are such a little kid arguing about a guy and if he's gay or not." Well, he was. I quickly looked over at the other guys to see them looking interested in our fight, except for Zero. Wonder why he wasn't making fun of Clay like everyone else.

"Whatever," he said.

"Okay, onto a change of subject," I announced, but didn't bother to turn off the CD player.

"I have something!" Armpit said, out of nowhere. He went over to his cot and bought back a box. Then he brought out a magazine.

"Yes!" ZigZag took the magazine from Armpit.

I said it before I thought of what I would be saying. "You guys aren't looking at porno, are you?"

All the guys (except Zero) were crowded around the magazine now.

X-Ray took off his glasses and cleaned them with his shirt to get a better look at the magazine. "No," X-Ray said, "This chick can sing."

I sighed in frustration. "It's not Britney Spears, is it?"

I got no answer, which proved my suspicion to be correct. I walked over to see the cover of a magazine with a half-naked Britney on it. Walking away, I coughed, "Slut."

If they heard me, then they're great at controlling their temper. I walked away without a fight about Britney Spears. Though I could rant and rave about how Britney is now a piece of trash for hours.

I walked around the camp to cool off. I had to bunk with idiots. It's my lucky day.

But the guys couldn't bring me down. All I had to remember was whatever happened, "it's gonna be a perfect day". I thought about what I just said and groaned.

About an hour later, when the sun was beginning to sink below the horizon, I walked back in the tent to see the guys all lounging around. I walked over to my cot and sat down, watching the guys basically do nothing.

"Well, this is fun." And indeed, it was. Note the sarcasm.

"Just resting before the big day tomorrow," ZigZag said.

"Big day?" I asked.

"Yeah," "he" answered, "The big day when we get to watch you suffer."

"Suffer? What are you guys planning?"

"We're not planning anything," Magnet said, "It's not our fault you have to dig holes like the rest of us."

Dig...holes...? What the hell? Wait, didn't Mr. Sir say something about digging holes? He did. Oops. "Oh yeah, that. What's the point of digging holes anyway?"

"To build character," X-Ray stated. Right, build character. That made sense. Not. X-Ray quickly checked his watch. "Time for lights out."

"It's only nine," I said. Surely we weren't going to sleep at nine.

"We have to get up at four." Oh yeah. Breakfast at 4:30. Forgot that too.

About fifteen minutes later, the lights were out and everyone was sleeping...at least I think. Well, I knew I wasn't. Knew I couldn't. I had to go snooping tonight. I slowly and quietly got out of my cot, and then tiptoed over to the entrance, looking out. Nobody seemed to be there. Seemed was the part I was worried about.

Then I remembered what I had in my bag. I tiptoed back over there and opened the bag, bringing out a spy kit. Okay, not a real one since I wasn't old enough yet, but still, it was cool.

Night vision glasses. I would need those. I took those, and a couple other essentials, and quickly left the tent.

I walked around the tent, back against the wall so no one could see me. I was so glad I didn't have to wear one of those orange suits today. I would be easily spottable right now if I had. As soon as I was on the other side, I put on the night vision glasses. Now I could see.

I quickly, but silently, walked across the ground to the next tent, and went around the back so no one could see me. Then there was two more tents, which I did the same thing.

Finally at the main building. There had to be something in the office. I walked up the steps onto the porch of the office and then looked through one of the windows. It was dark inside. With my night vision glasses, I saw that no one was inside.

I moved to the door and tried to open it. It was locked. Figures. I reached back and pulled a bobby pin out of my hair. A few seconds later the door opened. I smiled to myself, and walked inside, closing the door behind me.

All right, so now, where were the filing cabinets? Ah...there they were. I walked over to them, and opened the first one. Taking the flashlight off my belt, I started to rummage through them.

Just the campers' files. All white-colored files. I went through each of them, but they were all the same. Then, in the back was a black one. Different then the others. It blended with the black of the back of the cabinet. Almost blended so perfectly, like someone didn't want you to see it.

I reached toward it, but then, there was the sound of a door opening. I looked toward the front door, but then realized that there was a door coming from the side of the room. Shit.

I quickly closed the cabinet, then got up, almost running toward the front door. I tried to open it but it was stuck. I quickly looked around, as the other door started to open. Wait. A window. I moved over to the window, and opened it. I quickly jumped out, and shut the window to see an outline of a person move into the room.

Okay, that was close. I ran around to the back of the office, and then went the same way back to the tent. I sort of expected someone to come chasing after me, but no one came. I walked back into the tent without a scratch. And no one noticed I was gone.

Slipping back under my covers of the cot, I wondered what was in that black file. Well, there was only one way to find out. And that was to go back.