YellowGuitarPick817: Thanks for complimenting my plan for digging holes! But I really didn't understand why they always went through with it, in the book, movie, and other fanfics. Come on, as long as they think you're working they're not going to check, right? Oh, by the way, I have no idea why most people find it weird that a girl listens to Metallica. I brought my CD (the same CD used in the story!) to school one day to listen to it after and everybody was stunned. People these days. Sheesh.

ngihtmere: Baltimore is in Maryland. (USA) What bands from that chapter haven't you heard of?

sweetypie15: Don't worry, I won't stop updating because I utterly despise (most) people who leave a story for months, or even a week or so. I know it is very hard to wait for new chapters. I'm out of school though, so I can update all the time! Anyways, thanks for following my story and reviewing!

Okay, sorry that was a long reviewer-response thingy. But I like to thank my reviewers.

I'm back in the disgusting tent. The people in the Wreck Room have got to get a life. It seems like they have absolutely nothing better to do than stare at a girl who listens to the best music in the world. Sadly, that may be true. Whatever. Time to find my CD player. I seem to have a problem with misplacing things lately. Oh there it is! Right where I put it. Big surprise there. Okay, music time Let's listen to… (drum roll)

ZEPPELIN! Well, as I was listing to the Immigrant Song, all the guys come in. I have a habit of singing very loudly while listening to music.

I am a very horrible singer.

"MY EARS! MY BEAUTIFUL EARS!" almost all of them screamed when they got within a 20 foot radius of where I was. I turned my CD player off. Well, paused it anyway.

"Will you all just shut up? I may not be the best singer in the world, but-"

"No, you're definitely not the best singer in the world." I really need to start being able to recognize voices because it is driving me crazy not knowing who is constantly insulting me. It can get quite annoying, you know.

"Fine, I'll shut up then."

"Thank you, your majesty." Magnet gave an ironic bow and then walked over to his cot. I really do feel like annoying them right now. Ooh. (light bulb goes off in head) Bubbles. Why did I bring bubbles? Who cares! I reached into my crate and brought the bubble mix out. I then directly proceeded to blow them right in my tent members faces. Aggravating, I'm sure.

"Will you stop?" X-Ray asked. I don't think it was a question. Grr. I don't wanna stop blowing bubbles. I blew one more and it gracefully floated over Squid's head. Almost.

Pop. Multicolored bubble stuff dropped on his head.

Ooh, that's amusing.

"I told you to stop blowing bubbles!" X-Ray roared. Seriously roared. He looked so mad and scary I think I was about to cry. I'm pretty sure my lip started to quiver a little. Sorry, but he was scary. (A/N: Okay one thing: Around where I live if you do something that gets on someone's nerves most people usually go, I love you /insert name here/ Okay? Okay.)

"I'm sorry X." I mumbled. Why does he have to be so mean? I didn't like him ever since I saw him and his thick humongo dirty fly glasses.

"I think you should apologize to Squid here too. After all, you got bubble juice on him." I almost snorted. Really. Bubble juice? Someone needs to expand their vocabulary. I smiled.

"I love you, Squid!" I said sweetly. Yes, I said something sweetly. Astonishing, isn't it? Everybody just stared at me.

"What?"

"You love Squid?" Caveman asked. Poor Squid over there was turning redder by the second. How funny.

"Oh my gosh. It just means, 'I'm sorry and please don't be mad at me.'"

"Oh."

"Thank God," Squid added.

"Well, I guess that counts as an apology. Go to bed now. That's what you get for blowing bubbles."

"Fine!" Sheesh. Fine, order me around. I'm very skilled at pretending to be asleep. After about ten minutes, somebody talked. Hehe. They thought I was asleep. BWAHAHAHA.

"X, that was a little harsh." Ooh, my skills at figuring out who was talking are getting better. It was… Zigzag! Yep, it was him.

"Why?"

"You screamed at her. I think you almost made her cry."

"Well, if a girl got sent to Camp Green Lake then she must have done something really bad. She should be able to stand a little yelling!"

"Shhh. She's asleep, remember?" Squid said. "You'll wake her up."

"Yeah, well at this point I don't care. She's in my tent, she follows my rules." Everybody shut up. I guess they don't want to talk back at him. Nobody even pointed out that if he woke me up I'd be disobeying his rule to 'go to bed now'. Anyway, something interesting happened later that night.

I woke up. Well, that isn't it. Completely. I couldn't fall asleep and it seemed like once I did I woke up and I have no idea why. Anyhows, (yes anyhows) somebody was crying. Was it X-Ray? I didn't are.

Armpit? No. He was stinking up a storm over there, though.

Magnet? No. He's just muttering something in a foreign language. Odd.

Squid? Nah, he wouldn't be crying. I glanced over at him to make sure it wasn't him. Aha, it was!

Wait, why is Squid crying? Being the person I am, I went over to find out.

"Squid?"

"It's allergies." Aha. He knows I heard him crying but he doesn't know I know he knows.

"What is?"

"Oh, um, nothing." Liar. And he knows it too.

"Why were you crying?"
"Allergies."

"No it wasn't."

"How do you know?"

"I don't. But there's nothing to be allergic to here. Except dirt. And if you were allergic to that, then you'd be crying all day."

"You're too smart for your own good."

"Was that a compliment?"

"Wasn't supposed to be."

"Are you ever going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Probly not."

"All right." I normally would have pestered it out of him, but I know what it's like when you really don't want somebody to know something.

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