It had been about three hours since the explosion and we hadn't been found yet. It was getting cold and I was almost tempted to go back. "So why are you such a pyro?" I asked. We had been getting to know each other better by asking personal questions. "Well I didn't have a mother and my dad was real tough on me. The first time I ever lit something on fire was when I was 7. My dad wanted to teach me a lesson and show me fire was bad so he handed me a rigged lighter and I caught my hair on fire. I guess his lesson backfired for instead of being scared by it; I was always intrigued by fire" he said lifting his longish hair up to show me a scar on his neck. "How about you? Why are you such a law breaker?" he asked lying on his back. I laid down next to him and he moved over so our heads were touching and we were staring up at the sky and he was lightly kicking my foot with his and I playfully kicked him back. I decided if I was going to make this thing work, I'd have to let him in. "Well I guess it started when I was born. I was my parent's first child. They were so disappointed, for they wanted a boy. I was supposed to be Scott Blade. See, I even know who I was supposed to be. I was ignored as a child, once my dad said when I asked why, that it was punishment for not being a boy. Then when my brother Bobby was born I thought they'd ease up for they finally got the boy they wanted. But I was ignored even more. I grew up taking care of myself. I was never given anything. Once I wanted a shirt because I was almost out and they refused so I shoplifted for the first time and that's when it began. For years this is who I was, a law breaking, gothic, lost cause and deprived child. Then everything seemed to look better when I met Sam. It was great for a while, but then it happened. One night at Sam's we were home alone and he just took hold of me. No matter how much I screamed, no one was there to hear me, and he. He raped me. And at that moment I knew that I could never let anyone close enough to hurt me again" I said. It was silent as Iggy took in my story. I knew I shouldn't have let him in, but then I felt the warmness of Iggy's fingers as he took my hand in his. "You life is going to change for the better. I'm going to be there for you" he whispered and I squeezed his hand. Ten minutes later we decided to head back. We came out of the bush and I could see the 'camp' just off. All of a sudden Iggy linked arms with me and threw his head back and started singing off the top of his lungs. "Whoa oh I want some more. Whoa oh what are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight. Whoa oh I want some more. Whoa oh what are you waiting for? What are you waiting for? Take a bite of my heart tonight" he sung and I laughed. We marched into camp like that and everyone looked at us. I just ignored them and once again we sprung into the chorus of "Animal." "You guys look happy" Max said as we marched up to the others. "Dam straight we do" I said and they grinned. It wasn't long before we were dragged away by leaders and guards and were literally handcuffed to chairs while we were yelled and screamed at. "Do you have anything to say?" Jeb yelled at us. I looked at Iggy and he grinned. "I was just out of school and she was 22" he started singing. Jeb looked confused until he got to the chorus and I joined in. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. Stand up, hold on, let go, shout out, jump off, free fall, begin right now, get lost, get loud, wake up, break out. Don't stop till it feels like Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!" we sung. Eventually they shut us up. With tasers. We were sentenced to spend time with a guy they called 'The breaker' until he 'broke' us. We were dragged into our cabins and locked in. I got changed into my pajamas, which involved a black tank top and my underwear. I climbed into bed and looked up at the roof. This was easily the best day ever.