Another day, another freakin' day to get through without losing my sanity. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was impossible. Oh great. I skipped breakfast once again, grabbing some food and coming back to the tent. I sat on the steps leading up to the tent, watching everything around me. Some boys were scrambling around, and I wondered why the heck they weren't at breakfast. I decided not to care.

I had about five minutes until breakfast was over. Then I would have to dig another hole, for no apparent reason. What fun.

It was then I looked around at the boys scrambling around in front of one of the tents. It looked as if something big was happening. Maybe I should check it out...or not. There was an older man there, probably the counselor of the tent, watching the crowd. He suddenly turned and then looked straight at me, or at least in my direction. I sat up straight and stared back at him. He was about forty years old it looked like, bald, and wearing black sunglasses. He then turned away from me, and went back to his tent. Strange people here.

I was too busy staring at the mob of people that I didn't notice anyone standing behind me.

"So, ma petite...is the crowd interesting or something?" I looked him to see "him" behind me. I shrugged, trying to figure out what was with the group there. "I heard there's a new kid."

I looked up at him, and said, "How do you know?"

"Everyone was talking about it at breakfast. Turns out this kid beat up a guy five minutes after he got here."

"What?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, Noodles got beat up by the new kid," I heard Caveman say behind me. The rest of the D-Tent was back, joining into our conversation.

I laughed inwardly at the kid's nickname, and then asked, "So, what's this new kid's name?"

"No one knows. Everyone's afraid to ask him," Armpit said.

"Damn," I muttered to myself. I sighed and got up off the stairs, ready for another lovely day of digging. We made our way to the 'Library', getting our shovels. I grabbed my shovel and turned around to bump into someone.

"Sorry," I automatically said.

That's when I noticed all movement around me stopped. I looked at everyone, who was staring at me shocked. Then I looked at the guy I bumped into. He looked angry with me; his gray eyes were narrowed. He had dark brown hair, almost black. It reminded me of someone in a movie, but I won't say because it's not relevant.

"You bumped into me," he said. Duh, that's obvious.

"Obviously," I answered him.

"What's your name?" He spoke in a low voice, like he was trying to act all tough and scary. Well, it wasn't working.

"What's your's?" I said, with a smirk. Everyone was watching us two. It was like a death match fight or something. Maybe I'll win.

"You can call me Richard, Richard Haywood." Immediately after he said that, I laughed. This guy was so fake. Trying to act tough with his tough name. It was just hilarious to watch. I laughed right at him, and he just stared at me with his "evil look", if you can call it that.

"Okay, Haywood," I said, making an emphasis on his name, "I know what you're trying to do. Stop acting all tough and go running over to your hole." Then I just turned and walked away. He didn't try to stop me or anything. Stupid kid.

Everyone stared at me as I walked past them. I just ignored them and continued walking. D-Tent finally caught up with me.

"Do you even know who that was?" Magnet asked me.

I laughed again and answered, "Oh that was Haywood. Richard Haywood." Saying his "name" was just too funny.

X-Ray cut in. "That was the new kid."

I raised my eyebrow at that. Haywood was the kid who beat up Noodles? Okay, I have to admit, that's a funny phrase. So that's why everyone was so shocked when I stood up to him. Well, Haywood wasn't all he seemed. Just a big liar trying to act tough.

"You'd better stay away from him. He might come after you."

I blinked at that statement. "The bad boy reject is gonna come after me? Well, that makes me so scared."

"Seriously," "he" said, "He already beat up someone. Maybe you should stay away."

"Are you guys scared of this kid or something?" I asked them, confused by what they were saying. Didn't these same kids get sent here for doing crimes? And they're scared of a bad boy reject? Never thought I'd live to see the day.

"No," "he" said, "We're just looking out for you."

I rolled my eyes. "Now I'm the damsel in distress. Thanks guys. Thanks a whole bunch." They just stared at me. I sighed, and said, "He's not all he seems. I can handle him myself. Don't worry about me, just go your merry ways."

D-Tent eventually gave in to what I had to say, and then we went out for another day of digging. But this time, I was too busy thinking about this Haywood kid to think about the pain or the heat. I just kept digging, thinking about "Richard" and his antics. Could he be part of the reason I was sent here?

Maybe...just maybe...he was sent here, and the black folder tells why. "Criminal conviction". Haywood got sent here for a crime and was convicted of it. It made sense. But what was so illegal about that? The FBI wouldn't care about that. Maybe I was going the wrong way with this case. Maybe the black folder had nothing to do with it.

As soon as I called it a "case", I thought of the movie 'Murder by Numbers'. Mayweather found out who killed the girl, and I would be like her to find out what was illegal here. Though there would be a twist and I wouldn't kill the innocent one in real life. Even if he was trying to kill me. That movie still makes me mad.

I shook my head clear of those thoughts, and tried to stay on subject. Haywood still could have absolutely nothing to do with this though. Must not jump to conclusions. But that didn't mean I had to totally forget about this kid. Maybe I can find something out about him, snoop around. That couldn't hurt.

The water truck came soon enough, and suddenly we were all sitting around our holes, eating what I guess they call lunch. I continued to think about Haywood, and what he can have done to get himself here. Or maybe he was framed, maybe he was victim. So many possibilities.

"Hey! Hey, ma petite!" I heard off into the distance, but I was still too caught up in my own thoughts. The yelling got louder, and I finally turned around.

"What?!" I yelled at the guys.

"We were just wondering why you've been so quiet," Zigzag spoke for the whole group.

I shrugged in response, and said, "I dunno. Cause I can be?" I returned to my thoughts through the whole digging process, and before I knew it, I was done. I still took longer than everybody, but at least this time I didn't suffer.

I dropped off my shovel and started to head to the Wreck Room. Passing by D-Tent, I stopped and looked across to see C-Tent. My guess was that Haywood was in C-Tent by the crowd I saw there this morning.

With a quick look around, I made a decision to peek around. I slowly walked around to the tent, and making sure no one was watching, I walked inside. It was just like D-Tent, except there was a cot that still had a bag and the boy's stuff on it. Most likely was Haywood's.

I quickly unzipped his duffel bag, and started rummaging through it. Clothes, a hair brush (at that I rolled my eyes), more beauty products (because a bad boy always has to look good), a magazine (which was Sports Illustrated, look how much I care), sunglasses, paper, writing utensils...After awhile I got tired of looking through all the normal stuff. I tore through the duffel bag inside and out, but there were no strange or unusual things in it whatsoever. Nothing under Haywood's cot, nothing else on top. Nothing in his little drawer thingy. Just...nothing...I had nothing. Just great.

I started to put everything back into the duffel bag, and had everything situated. I looked around, and tried to make my way out of the tent's door.

But there was someone in my way.

The tent's counselor. I stared up at him while he stared at me through his sunglasses.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me, in a gruff voice that sounded imitating. Wow, Haywood could get some lessons from this guy.

"I'm just looking...for...someone," I lied, "But they weren't here. So I was just leaving..."

"Never come into another tent without permission," the counselor said. I just stared at him and nodded my head. "My name's Mr. Hammond. I'll be seeing you around, Kristina." My eyes widened as he said my name. He couldn't have known my name. Well, unless he talked to Mr. Sir or Mr. Pendanski. I quickly walked away from C-Tent, gratefully getting away from Mr. Hammond. Now that guy was freaky.

But more that I thought about it, everyone at Camp Green Lake was freaky.

Instead of going over to the Wreck Room with all the annoying noise, I went to my tent, to my cot, where I couldn't be bothered. I had a To-Do List anyway. Well, sort of.

I quickly wrote a note to Alexa, explaining to her that Camp Green Lake wasn't all it seemed, and told her all the guys here were fat, but she could still have pictures if she wanted. That would get her off my case for awhile.

Afterward, I thought about my failure at finding clues. Not a happy thought, but it was the thing most on my mind at that moment.

I knew "he" entered the room before I looked up. It seems like he's my stalker now and I could depend on him to follow me around.

"Why weren't you in the Wreck Room?" "he" asked.

I shrugged for the billionth time that day. "Because I didn't feel like it," I answered him simply.

"Why have you been so...mopey dopey lately?" "he" asked. He almost got me to laugh with the mopey dopey thing, but I didn't.

"I don't know. Just a bad day I guess." Or a bad case.

"Is there anything more?" "he" asked. It's strange how annoying a person can be one minute, and how nice and comforting the next.

"Everything is screwed up today. Things aren't just going...how they planned." I wanted to tell him more, but couldn't. He just stared at me and I continued, "I'll be fine. I just need a good night's sleep and I'll be fine. So don't worry about me."

"Okay, but I hope you know, everyone in D-Tent is behind you, so we'll be there for you."

I said the first thing that came to mind. "Thanks." I then noticed who I just told my problems to. "Why the heck did I just tell you all that?" I asked.

"Because..." "he" paused. "I was here and you needed someone to talk to?"

"Close enough," I said, "So your nickname's Squid. What's your real name again?"

"You don't need to know." It was then "he" was updated into being named Squid. Three extra letters. Three very proud extra letters.

"Yes I do," I said.

"No you don't."

"I'll tell everyone you were listening to Clay if you don't tell me," I threatened him.

"You said you wouldn't if I didn't tease you anymore."

I smirked at that. "You still teased me, so tell me, or I will tell. And believe me, I'll have fun with it. We have a P.A. system in the lunch room, right?"

He just started at me, as I started listing off ways to tell the whole camp that he loved Clay Aiken. "Or I could tell everyone that you want to marry Clay, or just want him. Second one's better, cause everyone will think you're really a freak," I continued on about torture methods.

Suddenly, a voice spoke over mine. "My name's Alan."

"Why don't we just keep our real names? What's the point of having nicknames anyway?"

"Because we could. And it's just easier if you have two people with the same name, you know."

I checked my watch, and found out that "dinner" or whatever started two minutes ago.

He must of knew what time it was because he asked me, "Coming to dinner?"

Hmm...good question. Should I sit here bored, with no one around, or should I go to noisy dinner, with all the guys there to annoy me? Tough decision. "Alright," I finally said, "I'll come. But remember, I still know what you listened to."

"And I still know what you did last summer," he added. God, that was lame. But, gotta admit that my last sentence did sound like that movie. Oh well.

We started to head over to dinner, conversing about what we did last summer.

Hey, maybe it's a start of a friendship. And with the one who annoys the heck out of me. Is there something wrong with that picture? No, it definitely makes perfect sense.