6:30 .a.m.

DING DING! I turned off my alarm clock and got up. I yawned as I stretched. I walked to the bathroom like a zombie. I brushed my hair and applied some acne cream. I was so tired.

I went down stairs and saw my father reading the newspaper as always. "Are you excited for military school?"He asked me.

I looked around. "Where's my hair stylist!" I scream at him ignoring his question.

"Courtney I got rid of her we need to act more like a regular family. I took the day off so I can take you to-" No hair stylist? "NOOOOOOO!" I screamed.

"Military school. Get dressed because your mom is almost done cooking breakfast." He finished. I rolled my eyes. " Fine then!" I yelled heading for the stairs.

I walked slowly up the stairs.

I put on a sliver glittery top and some pants and then I started packing. I got my phone out and starting looking at my messages. "Breakfast is ready!" My mom yells at the top of her lungs. She doesn't have to scream!

I went down stairs to the dinning hall. I pulled out a chair and sat on it. Then I looked at plate. Burnt eggs with toe nail clippings, burnt bacon, and pancakes, I think. "Mom this is so sick! You guys were so stupid for firing everyone! You could at least kept the chef!" I said telling my thoughts.

8:30 .a.m.

I went outside. I was shocked. " Where's my car?" I exclaimed. "We traded it for this old mini van." He told me.

He opened the trunk of the van and threw my suitcase there. Then I got in the car. It was a long trip and all I saw was plain fields.

10:00 .a.m.

We were finally there. My dad handed me my suitcase and drove off. I took a step forward. This cannot be happening!But it is. I slowly walked forward then found a group with 23 other teens. I bumped into a girl with blonde hair who was wearing a hoodie.

"Hey I'm Bridgette."She said.

"I'm Courtney, surfer girl."

"Nice to meet you."

"Your so nice why are you here."

"My parents think I kiss to much."

"What?"

"I kissed a pole, my boyfriend, and some sexy dude."

"Weirdo."

"Okay later." She soon trailed off. Wow, the walls are full of dirt and mud. I looked at the ground. It looked like it wasn't washed for years.

Then a tall dark skinned man came. "Hello you stupid kids! I'm General Hatchet!You all must take these uniforms!" He threw them at us.

Soon we all started following him. "Since we have a high budget you stupid kids have to go in groups!" He said. I didn't pay attention to all of the groups until he said mine. "Courtney,Alejandro, Heather,Duncan,Owen,Izzy, Gwen and Trent."

Then we all went into the cabin thingy. " I pick the top bunk!" I yelled throwing it where I wanted it.

"I'll have a bunk under the heremso Courtney." The guy I was guessing was Alejandro.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked him having the Heather girl look at us in jealousy. I blushed.

"I'll have a top bunk next to Courtney!" Heather exclaimed.

Everyone unpacked.

"So I met the hunky Alejandro, and met bratty Heather, the Disgusting Owen,The crazy Izzy, The Gothic freak Gwen, and the number 9 obsessed Trent." I stated in-front of them.

"You forgot me Princess." A guy with a strange Mohawk said.

"I'm not a princess!" I yelled.

"Your a spoiled, daddy's girl, uptight, prep how is that not a princess?"

"Look Punk! My name is Courtney! It's not that hard to pronounce!"

Before I knew it Alejandro stood up. I looked at his green eyes confused. What is he doing?

"¡Su tal retarda! " He told Duncan.

I burst out laughing.

"What?" Duncan replied.

Soon everyone started laughing.

"What's so funny?" He asks.

"He called you a retard!" I tell him.

Duncan gave me the evil eyes and walked off. " What did I do?" I ask him while he trailed off.

He looked at me with his handsome teal eyes.

"Okay, look I'm sorry for whatever I did." I said.

He ignored me.

Me:What do you think?Do you think they should get a low budget so the cabins (or whatever there called) will be one for girls and one for boys? I will use ideas if I get any

Courtney: You make Alejandro look good.

Me: Okay?

Justin: This story isn't Justinlious enough

Harold: Cricket, Cricket, cricket

Me: Dude, you gotta stop that

Harold: Sorry, Gosh!

Me: Review!