A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Just thought I'd let you know that I'm not going to just come out and say what the pairings will be in this story. It might not be what you expect! ;) keep reading though.

A hot bead of sweat dripped down my face and fizzled out before it could reach the ground. I was working double time today because Link's gone. He's probably in the infirmary near the second set of dorm rooms, because he didn't come to our dorm last night. Kameron told me he suddenly got sick and wouldn't be working today. This is the third time he's had to stay in sick since I got here. I asked Cole, "What could be wrong with him?," but all he said was, "I guess he's sick." Then he bent over and picked up a muddy rock and shoved it towards my face. "Ain't that just the purdiest rock you ever saw?" I stared at the rock blankly, not seeing any beauty whatsoever.

"Here, you keep it."

He's not the brightest flower in the patch if you know what I mean.

I took the rock and put it in my pocket, then continued to dig. I was doing pretty good with the hole, it was almost as deep as it needed to be. ( Mr. Munroe demands them to be at least deep enough to stand in, which is not fair because there's some really short people out there…) But sounds of terrified screams broke my focus. At first I thought it was another dust storm, but I recognized Sam's voice as one of the screamers.

"Help me!," a girl was screaming, running away from Sam. Sam was carrying a shovel in batting position, yelling, "You can't hide stupid! It's a freaking desert!" When Sam finally caught up with the girl, Mr. Munroe was already at the scene.

"What's going on here?," he barked, taking the shovel away from Sam.

"She poured dirt all over me!," Sam accused, glaring at the girl.

"I didn't know you were in the hole!"

The girl was shaking pretty bad. Almost all the girls here are afraid of Sam, and that says a lot, especially when some of them are charged with attempted murder.

"Are you unable to get along with the girls here?," Mr. Munroe asked Sam, who was making growling noises.

"She can't get along with anybody." I mumbled.

"What was that, Benson? Volunteering? Well, okay. Samantha, meet your new diggin' partner, Frank."

Her eyes bore into mine angrily, and my anger started to blaze too.

"It's Freddie."

He shrugged. "Frank, Freddie, same thing."

...

Seeing Sam's episode reminded me of the reason we were in this mess.

It was a Saturday night, and I was doing homework. I was trying to calculate the square root of a huge number when Sam started to beat down my door. When I let her inside she had a mischievous smile spread across her face.

"Let's prank Lewburt."

"Why? If you haven't already noticed, I'm a little busy here."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Me and Carls were trying to find something fun to do on iCarly. I suggested pranking Lewb, but she won't let me because of what happened last time."

The last time we pranked Lewburt something went horribly wrong and he lost his wart. (don't ask.)

"And what makes you think I want to prank him after what happened last time?"

She held up her fist. "This."

...

Sam had the prank all planned out: Fill two buckets with syrup and sprinkles and place it above his head on the door frame. When he opens the door it will fall; making him a big sprinkled cupcake. It seemed to me that it wasn't her best prank, but she seemed to think it was. I went along with it, thinking nothing could possibly go wrong. It was fool-proof. She even had a way to make the bucket miss his head when it fell on him. When we got downstairs she already had the syrup there. She forgot to bring the sprinkles and we had to go all the way to her house just to get them. When the prank was all set up and ready to go, we hid behind the staircase and waited with the camera. It all went as planned, Lewburt walked right into the trap. The syrup poured and the sprinkles dropped. We started to laugh and high-five, and I really enjoyed the moment. Sam and I only got along when we were doing something we both enjoyed, like pranking people. Just as we were about to turn off the camera, Lewburt started to scream. At first we thought it was just his normal scream-until we realized they were agonizing screams, like he was in pain. We ran over to him and gasped. Hot steam was coming off his skin. He was screaming bloody murder, yelling, "It burns, It burns!"

Someone that had came out of the elevator rushed to his aid and quickly called the cops. Of course they asked if he saw who did it, and, unfortunately for us, Lewburt started screaming, "It was them! The rotten kids from iCarly!"

Lewburt ended up with third degree burns and some blindness in one eye (it was punctured by a sprinkle).

We were taken to the police station, got a lawyer, and were given a choice: Wait two years in lockdown for our actions, or go to Camp Metamorphosis for eighteen months. Mom said she wouldn't have a son who had a criminal record, and they promised my record would be clean if I went to the camp, so she chose for me. I haven't forgiven her since because she didn't let me choose for myself. But I also haven't forgiven Sam since it was her idea that got us into this whole mess.

Since that day, and since I arrived at this stupid camp, Carly has been promising me that Spencer will somehow get us out of this.

Just as I began to think nothing could make my situation worse, Sam is now my digging partner.

Oh, yay.