It was after dinner when all the guys came back that the subject came up. And little after that, we were all arguing. It started just a couple minutes ago.

"You know what?" Magnet said, the last one to enter the tent. Everyone ignored him, but he continued talking anyway. "Kristina here doesn't have a nickname yet."

That caused everyone to look up from what they were doing. Even me.

"What?" I asked. I remember Mr. Pendanski saying something about getting nicknames, but I never put it together with me getting a nickname. Heck, I knew the guys had nicknames – but I didn't want one.

"A nickname. Everyone gets a nickname," Caveman said.

I shook my head. "Well, I don't want one."

"But everyone has one. You need a nickname to survive in this place!" ZigZag exclaimed.

I laughed. "It seems like I'm doing good so far without one." Dry humor. The guys just didn't seem to understand it.

"What can we nickname her?" Armpit pondered.

"Hello? Didn't I say I didn't want one?"

"You have to have one Kristina," X-Ray told me.

What the-? I didn't have to have one. That was just stupid. So, I told them that. And that's where we all started arguing. Me arguing about not having a nickname, every else saying I had to have one. Except "him". Of course, that's probably because of our bet.

After about five minutes of arguing, they just started to ignore me. Fine, have it their way. But I'm not gonna have a nickname. Final. They were all huddled in a group, except for Zero, would just stayed on his cot, watching them all. I could probably have a staring contest with him. Yay. The guys were probably picking out a stupid nickname for me. Well, I wasn't gonna use it. I wasn't gonna answer to it. No way.

I heard little snippets of what they were saying. It seemed as if they were picking out a nickname by what I liked cause I heard, "feisty" (I hate it when guys call me feisty), "Clay", and "angry". Angry, I'm not angry. I just don't like being here. I also heard "short". Urgh, I hate it when people call me short. I might be, but I don't like it when people talk about it.

ZigZag turned around and faced me. "Hey, Kristina, what do Clay fans call themselves?"

"Why should I tell you?" Everyone in the group rolled their eyes. I explained myself further. "If I tell you, that'll probably just become my nickname. And I don't want one."

"Fine," ZigZag said, and they started talking in the group again. Then Magnet turned around.

"Kristina, what's your favorite series of books?" Magnet asked. Innocent enough of a question. They probably never read them anyway.

"Anita Blake series," I answered him. People often tell me that I act like Anita from the books. With her attitude toward stuff. I guess I do, but at least I don't actually do what she does. Like sleeping with vampires, werewolves, and wereleopards...at the same time.

Magnet raised an eyebrow, then went back to the group. Either he'd actually read the books, or he didn't know what I was talking about. I'm betting on the second one.

I sat there, watching them discuss what my nickname would be. Then they all turned around to face me. Zero actually looked interested in what they were gonna say. Probably more interested than me. Strange.

"We have discussed it, and we have come up with a nickname for you Kristina," X-Ray announced. I sighed in frustration. They never listen to me. "Since you like the Anita Blake series, and one of us here actually have read the series..." I raised an eyebrow at that. One of them read those books?

I didn't like the looks they were giving me. "He" came forward, and did a bow. He reached out, taking my hand, and softly kissed it. He looked up and said, "Bonjour, ma petite." I should have killed him. I should have, but I didn't. Instead, I gave him a weird look.

"You don't make a very good Jean-Claude," I said.

"What about Richard?" "he" asked. So, he was the one that read the Anita Blake series! He didn't seem like the one who would read those books, but he was surprising me a lot lately.

I just stared at him and shook my head. My nickname is ma petite? My God, that is...well, not that lame. It was actually pretty creative. But still. Ma petite, the nickname that Jean-Claude gave to Anita. I could live with that.

I just stared at all of them, and then said, "You guys scare me sometimes." If you have nothing to say, maybe just a simple comment would work.

"Only sometimes?" ZigZag asked. Even Zero smiled at that, which caused me to smile too.

"Sometimes you guys are just idiots..." I said, then as an afterthought, added, "And sometimes it's too stupid, it's funny."

"Well, ma petite, maybe our charm is just getting to you," "he" said. You may make a bet with the guy, but you can never totally end the teasing.

"Ha. Yeah right," I said, making it so sarcastic that I was sure they would notice. "Keep dreaming."

"Aww...you love us. I know you do." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop smiling.

Just then, Mr. Pendanski walked through the door. "Alright guys..." He looked at me, "And girls...it's time to sleep. Nighty night!" Then he skipped out of the door. Can I say it once again? Problems, serious problems.

Urgh, another sleepless night.

It's about impossible to sleep with Armpit snoring a few cots away. Well, at least to me. The guys seem to have gotten used to it or something. Thirty minutes passed, with the guys all asleep. I was the only one who hadn't fallen asleep yet. I sighed, and then slowly got out of my cot, walking over to the tent door.

Maybe the fates were telling me to get to work. Or maybe I just can't sleep. But I decided anyway to go and check out that black file.

I made it quite easily to the main building again. This place seriously needs some guards or something. Because someone like me could just be snooping around, and they'd never notice. Brownie point for me.

Dammit. I forgot a bobby pin. Just my luck. Well, there's always the window. Today must be my lucky day. I get to crawl through a window! I walked over to the window, and saw a bench a couple feet away from it. Silently, I dragged the bench over to the window, and then stood on it, looking inside. Dark as usual. Just hope no one intrudes again.

I slowly opened the window, glad it wasn't locked. With a quick look inside, I climbed in. Or more tumbled in. When I was safely inside, I walked over to the cabinet, and once again opened the drawer that contained the black file. I skipped through the white ones, and went to the back, seeing the black one. I quickly grabbed it, and closed the cabinet.

Now, for the secret of this black file. I opened it and saw two words before my flashlight died. Curse everyone. I held out the file, not sure what to do. If I took it back with me, someone might notice. But if I didn't, I would have to come back here another day. Urgh. I put the file back in its cabinet, and sneaked back to the tent, unseen once again.

Back inside the tent, and in my cot, I began to wonder what those two words meant...just two freakin' words...but they could answer the question...

"THESE CHICKS DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAME OF MY BAND!"

I already had a headache the moment I woke up. And I could guess why.

"BUT THEY'RE ALL ON ME LIKE THEY WANNA HOLD HANDS!"

I wanted to die then. I wanted to just die. God, save me.

"CAUSE ONCE I BLOW, THEY KNOW THAT I'LL BE THE MAN!"

I was gonna kill him. KILL HIM...

"ALL BECAUSE I'M THE LEAD SINGER OF MY BAND!"

"SHUT UP, YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!" ...Oops. Didn't mean for the swear words. Urgh, but I did not wanna wake up to "him" screaming the lyrics of 'My Band'. I just didn't.

"And she's awake!" "he" announced to all the guys, which caused them all to groan. Was I missing something here? "Told ya I could piss her off so much to make her swear. Fork it over guys."

They bet on me?! And on pissing me off? They're gonna die, just die.

"I hate all of you," I said, sitting up. "Is this amusement to you guys? Pissing me off? Does it amuse you?"

They all stared at me like I was crazy. But, hello! I wasn't the crazy one, they were. To piss me off for a bet. That was just lame.

There was silence. Then..."Breakfast time!"

I groaned. It was just like guys to never answer questions. I stared angrily after them as they left, and then fell backward onto the bed.

I suddenly remembered the two words in the black folder.

Criminal Conviction.

Now what the hell did that mean?