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Oh, the marvelous joys of waking up at four thirty to the sound of reveille playing on a record player. Music to my ears. Okay, well, breakfast, if you could call it that, was absolutely revolting. I didn't think there was any way this could possibly be edible. I was hungry, though, so I shoved the tortilla covered in honey into my mouth. My gender-confused pal (guess who) kept shouting out the weirdest things. Maybe he's not a morning person.

Anyway. We walked out to where we were supposed to dig. The camp is called Camp Green Lake. There is no green and there is no lake. Oh well. Mr. Sir informed me I had to dig in a particular spot. A five by five foot hole! Jeez. He also told me I wouldn't be babysitted. Like I wanted to be anyway.

"Hey guys!"

"Yeah?" Armpit answered. How absolutely rude of everyone else.

"Does anyone check to see if the holes are exactly five by five feet?"

"No."

"So why do you guys always dig it all?"

"Because people come with the water truck and lunch and they'd see if we hadn't done that much."

"So why don't you just dig until lunch so it looks like you've been doing something and then sit around and start digging again when the water truck comes?"

"I dunno. Never occurred to any of us, I guess." I decided to do just that. I can't believe nobody had thought of that before. As it turned out, Zero was almost done by lunch. Lucky. Anywho, I dug until lunch (mostly) and had some simply lovely blisters on my hands by then. I guessed my hole was about three feet by three feet. At the most. Oh well. Good enough. Why hello, Dr. Pendanski! I suppose you're here to give us all delectable lunches!

…Or not. What's the opposite of delectable? Hmm. (goes to find thesaurus) Oh. It's tasteless. But the lunch was not tasteless. It had a very strong taste of, err, horrid food.

Oh well.

"How is your first day of digging so far, Megan?" Pendanski asked.

"Splendid! I even got some simply lovely blisters."

"I'm glad to see that you're having a good time." Oh my gosh. He is just so stupid.

Needless to say, I didn't dig a five by five foot hole.

Neither did anybody else. Those plan-stealers, they stole my scheme, err, plan. Well, maybe Zero dug his hole properly. I really should have brought some gloves. My hands hurt so badly. I wonder what they would look like if I /actually/ dug my hole. Anyway. Hi ho, hi ho, off to the Wreck Room I go. And once I enter, I hear blaring from a CD player…

The Backstreet Boys? Oh, no. This simply will not do. Off to get my CD's that were not confiscated because I was extended the courtesy to not having my bag checked. (jaunts merrily back to the tent) Yes! Alright. You should probably know something about my type of music. I like stuff like Metallica, the Ramones, the Sex Pistols, Dead Kennedys, etc, etc. And I burned all of my favorite songs onto one (or two or five) handy-dandy CD(s). Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew. I smell gross. Oh well. I'll take a shower later. (skips to Wreck Room) There was some kid actually listening to the Backstreet Boys CD.

That boy is a little fruity if you ask me. (A/N: If you like the Backstreet Boys, I'm sorry, but I detest them.) Well, I can't take this anymore! (yanks CD out of CD player)

"What do you think you're doing?" the orange lump/blob in the chair that was listening to the music asked. Not very nicely, may I add.

"I am tired of listening to this sorry excuse for music and I'm putting a CD with real music in."

"No you're not."

"Oh really? I beg to differ." Everybody noticed the beggar differing in an argument with that… despicable blob/lump. Who is not straight, but crooked. (dies of laughing) Basically all of D Tent came over. Gosh, they can look intimidating. But the blob/lump/thing wouldn't let me put my CD in. I did anyway. Hehe. All of a sudden Metallica's remake of Stone Cold Crazy came blaring through the room. Oh, how I love that song.

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
Rumors going round, gotta clear out of town
Smellin' like a dry fish bone
Here come the law, gonna break down the door
Carry me away once more
Never, never, never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor
Crazy, stone cold crazy, yo

Oh, how sorry I am for putting that. Oh well. First verse of the song. That has to be one of the best songs in the world. Well, the entire room looked at me like I was nuts. That, sadly, is not too far from he truth. "What?" I asked.

"You're- a girl!" Squid pointed out the obvious.

"Thank you for pointing out that observation. So? Why does that matter?"

"That was Metallica, right?"

"Yeah…" I had no idea what he was getting at.

"So, you're a girl who listens to Metallica?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. Just a little… unexpected, that's all." Jeez. What's so unexpected about a girl listening to Metallica? Oh, they'll be even more surprised when they hear the rest of my CD. Stupid lump/blob/fruity boy keeps glaring at me. Oh well. He wouldn't hurt a girl. At least, I hope not. All of a sudden, another one of the world's best songs came on! Cookies to whoever can guess what it is!

A Cheap holiday in other peoples misery!

I don't wanna holiday in the sun

I wanna go to new Belsen

I wanna see some history

'Cause now i got a reasonable economy

Now I got a reason, now I got a reason

Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting

Now I got a reason

Now I got reason to be waiting

The Berlin Wall

Sensurround sound in a two inch wall

Well I was waiting for the communist call

I didn't ask for sunshine and I got World War three

I'm looking over the wall and they're looking at me!

Wow. More and more amazed looks by the second. I know where I'm not welcome. Fine. I'm leaving. Hmph. And I'm taking my CD.

A/N: Chapter six is done! (does little dance) Oh and by the way, I listen to all of the music listed above!