Like I said in the last chapter, yesterday/last night I went through and edited all of the chapters to this story. Now, I am actually updating this story, and this is my first time updating it probably in like two years? Anyways, like always, I hope you guys enjoy this.

Olivia Benson, American Teenager

Chapter 4

I guess right now is as good of a time as any to explain S. A. A. Five years ago at summer camp is where it all started. There was nothing special about this summer camp, if that's what you're thinking. Nothing about law or anything, like our club is. The summer camp – Overnight Adventure Camp – was for kids in our area who needed something to do on those long summer days. Overnight Adventure Camp had sleepover movie nights every Friday. It was a lot of fun.

In the beginning, I was pretty lonely. Then, my best friend Alex joined and we were inseparable. This plan was fool proof, until the two weeks Alex left to go on vacation with her family. Once again, I was alone. During one of the movie nights, they played a really lame movie. I was bored out of my mind. Out of nowhere, this gorgeous boy from my class sat beside me.

"Weren't you in my class?" he asked me.

I nodded. Why was he talking to me?

"This is a pretty boring movie, isn't it?" Again, I nodded. "Well, a couple of my friends and I are starting this club. You want to join."

I hesitated. This boy and I have never talked before and now he wants me to join his club? There's got to be a catch.

"By the way, I'm Elliot." He extended his hand towards me. I shook it.

"Olivia," I responded. "What's this club about, anyways?"

"Law. I remember a story you wrote last year and it involved cops and I thought you would be perfect."

A law club? He's got to be kidding me. I looked around. I was completely alone. Alex would not be back for another week. "Sure."

He stood up. For a moment, I thought he was just going to leave me there. He turned towards me and helped me up. We snuck to the back of the room where six other kids from my school were sitting. I recognized them, but I did not know their names. Most of them were a grade older than I was. He introduced me to everyone: Don, Melinda, Fin, John, George, and Emil Skota. They all seemed nice. Again, I hesitated.

"What about my friend Alex?" I asked them. I explained to them where she was and that she wanted to be a lawyer when she grew up. They agreed to let her in, too.

It was settled. Every day at camp we would hang out. When Alex returned, she was welcomed into the club like I was. We had so much fun. We even came up with a name: Secret Agents of Adventure, or S. A. A. for short. (We got the adventure part of the name from the name of the camp.) We voted Don captain of the club, since he was the one who started it. Even though there were not many opportunities to show off what our club was all about, I remember this one time we found out who stole from peoples lockers.

Overnight Adventure Camp ended about a week and a half before summer did. We were scared that we would not get to hang out as much as we did. We had become close friends and we didn't want to lose each other. That's when we realized how close we lived to each other. S. A. A. continued hanging out. Our fathers even built us a secret hide out – The House – that was completely hidden at the levy.

Everything was going great, until the Skota's decided to move halfway through the school year. They didn't just move out of the city, they moved out of the state, to Idaho. Two days before he left, we threw him a huge party/sleepover at The House. It was so depressing. We were losing a really good friend.

After Emil moved, we gained four new members. The first was Casey. She moved into Emil's house. (Ironic.) Next was Jack. His mom married Don's dad and soon joined the club, against Don's will. Jack soon grew on him, though. Rookie entered S. A. A. the following year and Becca joined – against my will – not long after him.

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John gets a call from his mom at about four thirty. He does not have the guts to answer it, so he has Emily do it for him. She answers, talks for a minute, and gets a sad look. "Thanks. Okay. I'll tell him. I'm so sorry for your loss."

That is all John had to hear before he broke down again. Again, everyone is quiet. All of us are sad. He was like a second dad to most of us, and now he's gone. It is hard to think about. Even though I saw him shoot himself a few hours ago, I cannot picture him dead.