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The Inspection Of CGL

Chapter Five ll Still Interviewing: X-RAY

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Project Inspect Camp Green Lake - Journal.

23rd of July.

Mood: relaxed
Time: 8:04pm

The AG gave me a sort of diary to write in; you know, to record facts and whatnot. He said I didn't even have to show it to him, which I am going to anyway because it's not like I'll be writing anything crude in this. I also think I'll get more a reward if I do show it to him. He said I could call it whatever I want, like "My First Diary" or something, which I'm not going to call it as that would be lying. This isn't my first diary.

Instead, I gave it a proper and good name that any inspector would. Project Inspect Camp Green Lake Journal. That sounds sophisticated, don't you think? Well anyway, I'm supposed to write in this every night or every other night or no nights at all, as Mr. AG said this was my own personal diary that might help me with observing Camp Green Lake and the boys of D-tent.

Yesterday was my first night here and it wasn't a good one. In fact, I got into an argument with one of the boys, Zigzag. Actually, I basically got into a fight with all of them, but the main person was Zigzag. It's all good now, but it was an interesting factor. Today I interviewed X-Ray, who seems to hate his full name (Rex Verma) which I find stupid because his name is nothing to be ashamed of. It's perfectly normal and regular. I mean, does he really want to be called Andromeda?

Camp Green Lake is a scorching pancake. It is so hot and there isn't a single cloud in the sky anywhere. I'm sure this isn't Ms. Walker's (The Warden's) fault, or even Mr. Sir's, but it doesn't give a good impression. To top things off I didn't have a visor or a cap, so I had to wear a beanie out in the middle of a desert!

The boys here aren't terrible; they are actually kind of nice once you get to know them. Still, I don't think I'll ever understand their lives. They think drugs and alcohol and violence are all a part of life. I think I would know better, and I say that it's a corrupted part of life! Oh well, it's not like I can ever convince them of that.

Tomorrow and the day after that I have to finish interviewing X-Ray. I'm going to ask him about his past and about the crime he convicted, and I hope all goes well. I can't help it if I blurt out my opinion, but I'll still try to keep my mouth shut. I don't want to get into another argument.

Today was a really strange day, now that I come to think of it. It was full of heat and exhaustion. The boys dig holes every day, out in the hot sun! That's so horrible. It's torture, and this is a correctional facility, not a torture chamber. Somehow, I just don't think Ms. Walker's behind all this. She's much too nice. Well, I asked X-Ray a few quick questions, and then he went on digging his hole. The lunch was terrible - the food here is just plain awful. Mark my words.

When X-Ray finished digging, he went back to the compound to take his shower. I followed him back and took my own shower (in the Warden's cabin; her bathroom is white tiled with a pink flowery touch - very nice) before heading off to my orange tent to sort out my form on X-Ray. After that, I went to the Wreck Room and found X-Ray playing pool with some boys from C-tent. They were all Looking at me, but I ignored them and sat on the sofa to doodle some more in my notebook.

Zero, Armpit and Squid came into the Wreck Room after that. Armpit and Squid greeted me with "Hey 'lil girl"s but Zero didn't say anything at all. The boys of C-tent went away and Armpit and Squid went to play pool with X-Ray. Zero came down and sat next to me and I said hello to him, and he bit his lip and gave a slight nod. He's a really odd boy.

Well, by the time it was dinner again all the boys of D-tent had finished digging and had showered. The dinner was obscure; about as bad as last night's. Tonight it was Miscellaneous Pie with steamed vegetables. The steamed vegetables were all mixed together with a tofu kind of sauce. I suppose it did taste alright, except Armpit found it necessary to say it reminded him of the vomit of a boy who had been dared to eat three Big Macs, two large fries and two chocolate sundaes. That put me off right away, as the tofu-and-vegetables did look a bit like vomit and it even smelt like it... Okay, I better stop writing about it. It's making me sick.

There was also a clump of red jelly, which was dessert. According to Squid, there's only dessert when the Warden's in a good mood and the food's not too expensive. The jelly was good, though. After dinner, the boys went back to the Wreck Room to amuse themselves. Zigzag was watching TV, which was odd 'cause the TV's busted... really busted. Armpit, Squid and X-Ray wanted me to join in with pool but I refused. Instead, I had a very nice chat with Magnet and Caveman. Zero sat with us and pretended not to listen, but I knew he did anyway.

Then we all went to bed, except for me. I'm currently writing this up, and it's taken me almost an hour. My hand hurts, my head aches and my eyes are very tired. According to my watch, it's almost nine o'clock, which is very late seeing as I have to wake up at 4:30. I'll probably write more tomorrow night.

Good night,
Andii.

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I was woken up the next morning by Squid, who's apparently been appointed as my Personal Alarm Clock. I woke up to him singing loudly, "I'M NOT CRAZY, I'M JUST A LITTLE UNWELL."

How... fitting.

Naturally I leapt up screaming at him and belting him with a hairbrush, while still half-asleep. He just smirked and walked off to the Mess Hall going, "I know, right now you can't tell. But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see, a different side to me..."

Breakfast was a blur; all I knew was, pretty soon we were out in the dark desert, and they were digging their holes while I sat on Squid's towel and tried not to drop off to sleep. I still had to ask X-Ray those questions that required long responses, but I was so tired...

Then suddenly, everything was pleasantly cool and relaxed. I found myself smiling as I enjoyed the newfound peace. It felt so good, as if I had just been refreshed. Everything was so dark and cool. Just perfect.

I sure hoped I wasn't delirious.

"Hey? 'Lil gal? 'Lil gal? Are you okay? Whoa - a 'lil help here - " I heard X-Ray say.

Then I opened my eyes and looked around. Everything seemed unpleasant, all of a sudden. The sky was dark but the air was full of heat. X-Ray was looking at me strangely.

So I had dozed off. Oh, well.

"Ughh, I'm fine," I murmured, rubbing my eyes. I got up and brushed the dust off my pants. With a sigh, I picked up my notebook and rubbed my eyes again. Why did this have to be so tiring?

The day went by pretty quickly, which I found strange. 'Cause, you know, horrible and tiring days usually drag on forever. My bright pink visor must've stood out in the dustiness, because once when I was very far away from the digging site and I almost fell over, the boys of D-tent ran up to see if I was okay.

And of course, I was fine - just as soon as I had some water. Magnet had his canteen strapped around him and he gave me some of his water, which was really nice of him.

I've decided to write a good report on him.

When that episode was over, I finally ventured to ask X-Ray those questions.

I really can't remember how he answered them, as it felt like I was going through a heatstroke, but later I looked at my form and wondered how the long answers got there. This is what they read:

PAST: --didn't have a close relationship with parents, who didn't approve of his rebellious nature. Got into fights, often racial-related. Was part of a "gang" at school. His parents were loving but didn't understand him. His family did not have much money, but were better off than many other families.

CRIME CONVICTED: --was caught in possession of (illegal) firecrackers. Sold M-80s and cherry bombs to students, but one of them ratted out on him to the police. Was also framed of setting the firecrackers off in the cafeteria that had happened about a fortnight before his arrest (injuring ten students.) He claims he is innocent.

When I read that later (after I felt much better and was sitting next to Squid in the Wreck Room) I thought that X-Ray hadn't convicted a very bad crime. His past wasn't that bitter, either.

Well, anyway, I felt like I was about to die when X-Ray finished digging and helped me back to camp. It took a lot of energy just to walk into the Warden's cabin and take a shower. Then I dressed myself in a sleeveless orange shirt and white pants. I felt like I deserved a real treat, so I spent the next twenty minutes in my tent brushing my hair and working on my nails.

I was finally satisfied and felt much better about myself. The rest had helped. I really don't like spending so much time in the sun. It's horrible. Absolutely horrible! I heat up like a rotating chicken on the barbecue, and feel very uncomfortable.

And the fact that I was tired hadn't helped either. I hoped no boys ventured near my tent, otherwise they'd have heard me belting out loudly, "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell."

Okay, so I stole the song off Squid. Big deal. Singing helps me feel better.

(Innocent smile there.)

I was ready to march off to the Wreck Room merrily, to show the delinquents that I was okay, despite all their gishy-gashy worrying over me. So I scooped up my notebook, sheet and pen (I planned to check out my notes and write some stuff about the WRECK ROOM), caught my reflection in the mirror, and realised I simply MUST re-do my hair.

I sighed and dumped my stuff back on my airbed, before attending to my hair.

As I stared at myself in the mirror, I was reminded that I looked horribly plain and boring. My best friend, Claudette, is Japanese, and she has such a striking oriental beauty in her.

So there.

Bwahahahaha. Okay, that's a good sign. To normal people, it wouldn't be; you know, having maniacal fits of laughter running through your head, but this is natural for me, which means I must be normal again. I mean, normal as I, myself could get. When I was suffering through that heatstroke, I'm sure I hadn't been myself. I was moody, feisty and a sadistic cow, which is not who I usually am.

...Right?

Well, whatever.

My hair is long, brown, dead-straight and BORING! Yes, capitalised, EMPHASISING how boring it is. My eyes are hazel, and my face is just... average. I have a few faint freckles, but that's it to unaverage-ise my face.

The only unusual thing about me is my height, I guess, and that's nothing good considering how I get stuck with the "nickname" 'lil girl.

And it's literally 'lil, not little. You can't hear the delinquents pronounce the 'T' at all. It sounds a bit like "lee-ewl", but this is completely irrelevant so I'll stop talking about it.

Which was when I heard voices, footsteps and muffled noises outside of my tent.

My mother and father had warned me about rapists, stalkers, mad people and insane boys who want to attack you with oranges. Cecily had reminded me to look out for icky boys who want to push you over and pull your dress up.

I had thanked them all, but I hadn't actually considered the thought.

"Hey, is she asleep? 'Lil girl?"

It was Squid. Again.

"Can I see your Smell-Sense-Stealing-Gadget again, 'lil girl?"

And Zigzag.

"What if she's passed out?"

X-Ray.

"That's bad. Well, 'least the Warden likes her enough to make sure she'll be okay."

Armpit.

"Look, man! I took Mr. Sir's credit card!"

Magnet.

"That's wicked, Mag."

Caveman.

Silence.

And Zero.

Smiling for no real reason, I unzipped the flaps and stepped out.

"Yo chicka!" Magnet said cheerfully, "Look what I got!" He showed me the credit card.

"That's nice," I said, trying not to laugh.

"Hey, you're alive," Squid said, chewing on a new and fresh toothpick.

"And you look so happy," I said sarcastically, though I was still smiling.

"C'mon, we don't want them B-tent bums takin' the pool table," Armpit said, and he and X-Ray ran ahead to the Wreck Room.

When we arrived at the Wreck Room, I sat on the couch and Squid sat beside me. I was surprised because he usually plays pool with Armpit and X-Ray. Oh well, people can feel like change, can't they?

No they can't!

Hey, who are you?

...Never mind.

"Mail has arrived!" came a bright and carefree voice. Mr. Pendanski.

"Stanley Yelnats!" he called out, taking out an envelope. Caveman went a little pink as he stepped forward and claimed his letter. Then he disappeared from the Wreck Room, and I knew, just knew, that he had headed back to the tent for some privacy.

I am just so brilliant when it comes to these things.

Squid scowled. On the other side of him, Zero looked even more distant than usual.

Then this new feeling hit me. I felt so sorry for the both of them. Squid looked angry, but sort of sad. Zero just looked plain sad. And lonely. And he looked so huggable and cuddly!

I knew they had been concerned for me when I had went woozy out in the sun (ahaha, that sounds funny, doesn't it?), so I felt like I should try and help them. Obviously, seeing where they had ended up, they hadn't had the perfect family or life.

Me? Well, I don't have a perfect life, but it looks like a gift from heaven compared to these boys'.

"Hey, you two," I said, trying to sound hearty. I felt like Mr. Pendanski and immediately dropped the voice. "What's up?"

Squid shook his head slightly, "He always gets letters from his mum, I mean, geez, who gets letters from their mother at juvenile camp?"

His tone was heated, but when you got right down to it, it was bitter and resentful. Zero, of course, didn't say anything.

I shrugged, not wanting to go into a full gossip session about Caveman who I find very nice, and not wanting to argue against Squid whose wake up calls mayn't be the best, but was still a nice person under that stupid towel and baseball cap.

"People who are crazy?" I suggested, yawning a little. I felt tired all over again.

Squid sighed and dismissed the subject. He blinked, then said, "People who are crazy aren't bad people."

"Of course they aren't," I said, opening my notebook and coming to a rest at X-Ray's form, "Only people touched in the head think that."

I looked up and grinned, wanting him to smile. I don't even know why I was being so nice and cheerful. I had this weird feeling at the back of my mind that I should be acting crabby and annoyed. I mean, wouldn't you, if you got stuck out in the middle of a pancake, surrounded by delinquents who you had to interview?

But I felt like I had no right to feel like that. Only stuck up people and snobs would act like that.

I guess I wanted to prove I wasn't a typical Palmoilin person.

Squid did smile, which was relieving. So I looked down at my notebook and read what I had written before on X-Ray.

The time came for dinner. I took a deep breath, grabbed a tray and went to line up. The first obstacle to overcome was the five pancakes ("Wholemeal Cheese, Ham 'n' Spinach Pancakes"), then leek and boiled potatoes. The next part was the huge pot of gravy that they splattered onto the pancakes and vegetables. At the end of the line was a bowl with something still wrapped up in paper, and a banana.

I sat down at the D-tent table. All of them, even Zero, were eating something white and pale yellow from their bowls.

I realised it was ice cream and the banana all mixed up together to form some kind of dessert.

"Why are you eating dessert first?" I wanted to know, sitting down.

"It's Camp Green Lake, chicka," Magnet said, licking up the dribbles of ice cream, "Ice cream is a rare thing, and if we do get it, it's prone to melt within the next five minutes. If you waited until you had finished your dinner, all you'd get is a pool of sweetened white milk."

Intellectual answer alert. Intellectual answer alert.

"Uh huh," I said slowly.

"Whatcha waiting for?" Armpit asked, "Eat it, quick!"

So I tore off the paper wrapping and the very soft vanilla ice cream block fell with a "plop" into my bowl. I peeled the banana, with the boys chanting "quick, quick, quick, quick" as if they were at a football match.

Zigzag was counting how many seconds it was taking me.

I felt like rolling my eyes as I usually would, but found myself amused as I broke up my banana and placed it with the ice cream that was dribbling all over itself.

I picked up my spoon and had a bite.

"Quick, quick, quick!" the boys were still chanting.

"Thirty-nine, forty. Forty-one..." Zigzag was counting.

I grinned when I finished it, and they all cheered and clapped. Even Zero was grinning. We were making a huge racket and pretty much everyone was staring at us, but I didn't care.

I hadn't had a Race Against The Clock eating competition since I was five.

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I was going crazy.

That had to be an answer.

Why? Because I woke up the next morning before Squid came along and started singing.

And guess what?

I was happy. I felt fine. Fine with the whole ordeal. Fine with being at Camp Green Lake, where it's always a hundred degrees. Fine with being surrounded by a group of boys that had committed crimes.

Fine.

Completely dandy.

And that's when I thought I was going crazy.

Project Inspect Camp Green Lake -- Journal.

25th of July.

Mood: freaked-out-of-my-mind
Time: 4:25am

I had a terrible day yesterday. I almost fainted from the heat. The Warden's providing me with a little battery-operated fan and a spray so I can squirt water on myself on regular interviews to keep cool. Today's my last day on interviewing X-Ray. Just a few more questions to round it all up nicely.

Anyway, I just thought I might tell you that I think I've lost my mind.

Andii.

I shut my lovely diary and slid it under my airbed, while yawning. Smiling vaguely, I wandered over to the vanity that had magically appeared there and began to brush my hair.

"CAN'T YOU JUST GO SOMEWHERE ON VACATION?!"

Uh oh. Squid alert.

"I COULD BOOK YOUR FLIGHT AND PACK YOUR BAGS IF YOU WANT."

"Squiiiiiiiiiid," I moaned, dragging his name into five syllables. With a sigh, I stumbled (as per usual) out of my tent and found him there, singing. As usual.

"Wake up call," he said with a calm smile.

"You're like a radio," I sighed, trying to rip my comb from my hair.

Squid grinned, and I realised he wasn't chewing on that stupid toothpick, "You got up pretty quick today."

I shrugged, "I got up before you even came here."

"I'm sure," Squid scoffed, "You aren't gettin' rid of your alarm that easily."

Then he grinned again and walked away, and I just stared at him oddly.

After a wonderful breakfast where Zigzag and Armpit got into an argument over what day National Tree Day was usually on, we were out in the hot, hot, hot sun, and they were still digging those stupid holes.

I felt better today, as I had sort of gotten used to the heat. It was kind of eventful, though. You see, I had kinda accidentally knocked over Squid's dirt pile back into his hole, and he spent the next half an hour yelling at me. I didn't see what the big deal was, 'cause the dirt pile was teeny tiny and I had even offered to shovel it back onto the surface, but he just said that 'lil girls aren't forced into slave labour, and that I'd get dirt on my white top, which I thought was completely off the subject. I mean, he wears a white shirt too!

I couldn't help myself and said that if he hadn't had the dirt pile so inconveniently close to his hole then this wouldn't have happened, but he just covered his ears and started screaming, "THESE CHICKS DON'T EVEN KNOW THE NAME OF MY BAND" and I ran off screaming because I hate that song!

It was while I was running off I tripped and almost fell headfirst into Magnet's hole, but he held onto the back of me and managed to stop me. Then I yelled at Squid and said it was all his fault, but he started singing louder still, "BUT THEY'RE ALL ON ME LIKE THEY WANNA HOLD HANDS!" So I began to shout, "INCY WINCY SPIDER CLIMBED UP THE WATER SPOUT!"

Then X-Ray came over with his shovel and told us to shut up in the name of all things made of plastic or else he'd throw water on me and hit Squid over the head with the shovel, which were both very dangerous threats so we stopped yelling across the holes.

I marched back to X-Ray's hole and began to question him. Here's what my interview was like:

"So, Mr. Verma, would you say the current governments' taxes are satisfactory?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, I have no idea what the general public - "

Okay, let's just cut to the chase.

"What do you think of Camp Green Lake?"

"It sucks."

"X-Ray, I have to hand this in to the AG. "It sucks" isn't going to cut it."

"Alright then," (insert sigh) "I find it highly stupid. That better?"

"Yes, very. What do you think of your group leader - Mr. Pendanski?"

"He's weird."

"What do you think of the managers - the Warden and Mr. Sir?"

"Weird and weirder."

"You think everything is weird."

"Of course - you can't say you don't think they're weird?"

"Well... yeah, you win there. What could be improved at CGL?"

"Everything. But especially the food."

"Do you like how things are being run here?"

"Nup."

And that, my friends, is the wonderful interview I had. I'm sure the AG won't like all the answers he gets, but oh well. Who cares. It's not my fault X-Ray's prone to giving me one-shot answers.

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Project Inspect Camp Green Lake -- Journal.

25th of July, 2004.

Mood: would rather die
Time: 7:21pm

Today was... ODD! I'm done with interviewing X-Ray, and my next "patient" is Zigzag. I got into a little disagreement with Squid 'cause I knocked his dirt pile over, then we got into a disagreement again. Because at lunch time, I swapped our bananas around because his one was more yellow. Man, he almost blew up. He called me a banana thief and wasn't I ever taught to be content with what I had. Well, I offered to give him my sandwich, which was a lot better looking than his, but he just ignored me and repeated "banana thief" under his breath.

But, oh goodness, what happened after my shower was just horrible...

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The day was over all over again, and I felt pretty happy. After my shower, I decided on a quick walk around the compound.

Well, it was a very merry walk. I was heading to the Wreck Room when I saw a boy wandering outside of A-tent, so I assumed he was an A-tenter. He was wearing nothing but a white T-shirt, which luckily was long enough it covered... that spot.

I just stopped dead and stared at him. He looked kind of surprised, then he grinned.

I was so shocked.

Next thing I knew, he had lifted his shirt up.

I screamed.

Screamed really, really loudly.

I ran back in the direction I had just come from. I didn't even care where I was going. Just away from that psychopath flasher!

While I was screaming and running, I saw D-tent. I didn't think at all; I just knew that it was a safe place where I could hide from perverted freaks!

Now, here's a lesson, children. Gather 'round and I shall teach you. Never walk into a tent inhabited by boys without knocking or something. Not that you can knock on tent flaps, but still. You never know what on earth they may be doing, so for your own good, NEVER DO SUCH A THING!

However, I don't think it's all my fault. How was I supposed to know X-Ray, Zigzag and Armpit were in the middle of changing? Well, at least they had their pants on.

Okay, here's the drill. I ran into their tent screaming; blinked when I saw the three boys aforementioned, who all yelped and fell over each other's feet; screamed because I was so shocked; and ran out of their tent still screaming.

I had no idea what to do after that. There I was, outside of D-tent, screaming my head off and trying to keep DISTURBING images away.

SOMEONE UP THERE HATES ME!

Then Magnet and Squid came out of the tent, holding me back and trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Meanwhile, I continued screaming because, well, it seemed like the only thing to do.

"Hey, are you alright? You seem kinda hysterical," Squid said, trying to calm me down.

Magnet was asking me what was wrong, and I finally calmed down to say, "There was this guy - "

And that was as far as I could get, 'cause suddenly there was this "HEY, CHICK!"

I made the mistake of looking over to that direction, and saw that crazy A-tenter waving at me cheerily. His face is evil.

I guess you know what I did. I screamed. I turned back around and tried to run past; past D-tent, E-tent, F-tent... probably scream all the way back to civilization, if necessary. But Magnet was still holding onto me, so all I could do was... scream, while jogging on the spot.

Anyway, Squid had walked over to give a talk to the A-tenter about revealing YOU-KNOW-WHAT in front of innocent thirteen-year-old girls, which I found unfair because I'm turning fourteen in like three days!

Magnet was murmuring all these sort of comforting things, but I was so traumatised and shocked and scared that they all just went through one ear and came out the other.

I can't remember what happened after that. I think Squid kicked the flasher's arse (not literally) back to A-tent, then he and Magnet let me stay in D-tent, where all the boys were (thankfully) dressed. They calmed me down so I stopped screaming, but I blanked out a lot. Then they took me to the Wreck Room where I think Magnet was trying to talk to me about different dog breeds, but I wasn't listening. It was like:

"I really like Scottish Terriers - " cue for a 'Me too', " - but I think Cocker Spaniels are cool, too - " an agreeing nod, " - I think pugs look a little ugly - " 'Mmmhmm,' "Chihuahuas are cute - " another nod, "But what I want the most is a Jack Russel. I had one before I came here, y'know?" Insert gasp.

Of course, dinner was next, and I guess I was infected so badly I didn't even taste how horrible it was. It went by quickly as I kept my head down, and tried to keep horrible images from my mind.

This is what THAT does to you.

X-Ray was asking me for my bread or something, but I wasn't listening. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and that just brought back horrible memories... For some odd reason.

So I leapt up, held up my spoon threateningly, and screamed, "DON'T TOUCH ME!"

The dining hall fell silent and I knew every eye was upon me. Including that crazy A-tenter... but man, I didn't want to think about that. X-Ray looked utmost shocked, and he withdrew his hand silently.

"Oi, 'lil girl..." Squid started to say, looking bewildered.

I quickly turned around and left the D-tent table. As I made my escape from the Mess Hall, I heard Magnet and Squid calling after me, but I really needed to get away from that crazy place.

Or else I'm going to go MAD.

Bwahahahaha.

I ran across the dirt, careful not to fall into any holes, and saw the outline of my tent beside the Warden's cabin. Panting a little (not because I was tired, I guess I was just hysterical), I ran into my tent and fell onto my air bed.

When I recovered, I laid back and stared at the top of my tent, which was silver on the inside.

I am sane. I am calm.

"Hey, chick!"

I groaned loudly and buried my face into the pillow.

I'm scarred for life.

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A/N: I hope that was a nice chapter! Hehehe. x) It was my birthday today! ((grins)) I got lotsa cool pressies and my friends screamed out the b'day song... Lol. Anyways, everyone was going around screaming "YOU'RE FINALLY A TEENAGER" and it's like... yup. Lol. BUT THANK YOU FOR THOSE SWEET REVIEWS of nice comments and constructive criticism.

Yeah, I dislike it when people call me 'little girl', but it's a nickname some of the boys who I suppose are my "friends" gave me. Anyway, I have read the book, over and over and over! Like four times, but I still don't pick up the D-tent boys' past ('cept Zero and Stanley) because IT'S NOT IN THERE. I hear it's in the Survival Guide, which I will eventually get.

I watched the movie in the school subject ENGLISH, not the language. I mean, I did watch it in the language English... but also during class... Ahh, I hope you understand, lol. If you want a sort of sad story, then please go check out My Angel, My Only ; it's another Holes fic based on Zero. I know you people enjoy this story more, because even I like this better, but I'd love for you to read my other one as well!

A bientot! - msq.