The judge found her guilty, it was either camp or jail, and I chose camp. I chose the camp over jail…

"Wake up!" the bus driver yelled at Belinda, "Were at Camp Green Lake." He muttered something to himself about how every juvenile delinquent was the same, not listening to the proper authority and thinking they ruled the world.

Belinda jolted up and looked at her surroundings. 'So it was real…I actually stole something…and I am now staying at Camp Green Lake…for 16 months' Belinda thought to herself. She looked out the window, knowing that there would be no lake, and nothing in sight was green. Her brother Zigzag had been going to the camp for a while and in his only letter home stated that the name did not describe the camp in the least, and that he had a new name. Zigzag. Wow, would he be surprised when his 'innocent' little sister had attempted to steal from Mrs. Kellman, the strictest principal around!

The bus came to a screeching halt, and Belinda picked up her bags. She walked down the bus's thin aisle, through the door, and onto the dirty ground. There were large holes in every direction; some had a person in them, trying to make the hole even deeper. Belinda tried to walk quickly past the guys, hoping Zig wouldn't notice her.

She kept walking once she passed them, towards her tent, Tent 1. The girl's tents were named by numbers, the boy's by letters. She almost got into the tent without a single one of the guys noticing her.

"Whoa, another chica is here?" said Magnet.

All the guys turned to face her. "Belinda?" asked Zigzag, "Is that you?"

Belinda ignored the question and hurried into her tent. She quickly set her bags down on an empty bed, and began to take out her CD player.

"Hey, another girl. Welcome!" said a voice coming from above her. She looked up and saw the girl from the bunk above her staring down. "Wow, you really look like Zigzag." She remarked.

I laughed, "Yeah, he's my brother." I explained.

"Isn't it hard having a brother who is, well, you know, different?" she inquired.

"Different how?" I asked, "My brother seems pretty normal to me, except for the fact that he got sent here."

"Um, well, he suffers from 'acute paranoia,' as Mr. Pendansky would put it." She replied quietly.

"Ziggy, paranoid? No, it must be some mistake. He isn't afraid of anything."

The girl just shook her head. "Looks like you don't know him very well. Anyways, I'm Ghost. See, we give nicknames around here to make you part of the group. You'll get one eventually."

I just nodded.

"Wow," she said, "Its getting pretty late. We should probably go get lunch now. C'mon, I'll show you the cafeteria."

Belinda followed her out the door, hoping there were separate cafeterias for boys and girls.