A/N: I know, I know. It's taken me so long to update. I'm sorry about that. Homework is horrible. But, Christmas is near :) Happy Daylight savings time. Oh, and look on my blog on my profile to see when I will be updating. I also have new story ideas ^.^
Fortunately for me, being a digging partner with Sam does not require sharing a dorm room. (It was just a coincidence that Link and I got one together) And because of Link's unknown sickness, I was given a lot of time to think about my situation.
Spencer once told me there's always a loop hole. He said there's always a way to get out of a problem if you really look for it. But I seriously doubt there's a way to get out of mine. The lawyer made it perfectly clear; Camp Metamorphosis, or jail. He didn't say "You can go to Camp Metamorphosis until your best friends brother can prove you innocent."
It doesn't look very good.
But Sam swore up and down that when she put the syrup into the bucket it was cold. "It's not like I micro-waved it or something!", she shrieked at the police officer who was drilling her. But of course he didn't believe her. Truthfully, I don't even know if I believed her. Hot syrup did sound like something she would do.
And my mother's disappointment and betrayal doesn't help with anything. It's her fault I'm even at this place. If it wasn't for her I would still be home finishing my math homework.
And as I said before, If it wasn't for Sam, I wouldn't be in this place.
So, thanks, Sam.
Being at this camp is horrible. It's boot camp, except it's like a desert with a hundred degree temperatures. And since it's a 'camp', you would figure the 'camp director' would have something fun planned each week, right? Yeah, it's so much fun to watch popsicles melt. (They give us popsicles, but by the time we raise them to our mouths they're melted.)
The only thing I look forward to is Sunday.
Every Sunday Mr. Munroe lets us 'scout out' our next digging spots. While everyone else is looking for dig-able land, Link and I look for a place to escape. (though we never really find one.)
The stuff we do find, though, Is rewarding: arrow heads, jewelry (Link says he's getting something to give to his mom when he get's back.), old shoes, and sometimes even weapons! (broken arrows, knives, et cetera).
And of course it's always good to hear from Carly. The camp permits us to call one person every two weeks. I haven't called mom yet. I don't feel the need to talk with her.
The only thing that I love about this camp is my freedom. No tick baths, no daily spraying, and best of all: I can eat whatever I want. The food isn't that good..but it's a lot better than organic crap.
A/N: A very short, but needed filler. The next chapter may or may not be longer. Thanks for all your awesome reviews! And sorry for the delay! Next update will be quicker!
-SGE