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I walked towards the sandy desert with holes in it. all the other boys from tent G –my friends from yesterday- walked with me, solemnly dragging their shovels though the dirt, leaving trails for the lizards to follow.

Yesterday, I learned a lot. there is A TON of yellow spotted lizards that can KILL you. there are a lot of HOLES that need to be DUG. There is only THREE people I must listen too, the WARDEN, mister PENDANSKI, and MR. SIR. Each hole needs to be FIVE feet in diameter and FIVE in depth. It is HOT out there in orange full-body jumpsuits. I must apply A LOT of SUNSCREEN if I want to avoid cancer. Almost ALL of the guys have HIT on me BESIDES THOMAS. That dude is SHY. BRUISE is the leader, and THOMAS a.k.a PEELS is the WEAKEST member of the group. There is a WATER TRUCK that comes by every so often to fill our CANTEENS. If we find ANYTHING out there in our holes, we GIVE it to mister Pendanski or mister sir. You DIG. You DIG. You DIG. If you DIG, then you'll be FINE. And if you work your way into the group…you get NICKNAME. So far, I haven't gotten mine yet, so they call me GIRLIE, but I'm okay with GIRLIE for now, as long as I get a name soon.

Later that evening, after my hole was dug, I found out that we have a bi-daily meeting with our lodge group. Since I didn't have one and I was warming up to group G, mister Pendanski put me with them. I was okay with that…

"okay, so lets talk about you guys!" he said happily, looking at us as we sat in chairs in a circle, "what do you like to do?" he looked over at bruise, who didn't grin toothily like he always did, but looked completely serious as he said:

"I like hair." We all laughed loudly. I crossed my arms over my chest and winced at the slight sunburn on them as I leaned back to observe better.

"seriously bruise?" sweat sock asked, laughing.

"yeah! I gave myself my weave man! If I hadn't gotten caught stealing that car, I would have gone into the field of cosmetology and been a hairstylist! But the cops caught up with me," we all laughed again.

"how about you sweat sock?"

"I like…posting videos on youtube…" we all stared this time. "I like to read people's responses and diss their vids once I figure out who they are!" then it was okay.

"how about you rex?"

"I like dinosaurs!" we all laughed harder at rex, the irony of his name was funny, considering he didn't choose it, and he told no one about his secret obsession.

"and eyelash?"

"I think that mine shall have to be blondes….or brunettes….or whiteies, or red heads! Not much of a fan for the blue ones though, that's UNNATURAL!" we all smiled as Mr. Pendanski turned to me.

"and you April?"

"I like gum." They all stared.

"gum?"

"or GUNS?"

"GUM! Like chew, chew, chew?" eyelash smiled a little as I clacked my teeth together, missing the familiar squishy fruit flavored glob that usually took the place of noise.

"okay? How about you peels?"

"I like…. To play guitar." I eyed the lanky teenager, with his large nose, his arms crossed over his chest, his brown eyes that stared fearlessly into everyone's eyes…except mine… I tried to catch eye contact, but he never even looked in my direction. This wasn't just odd…something was different about him that varied greatly between the other's personality and his. I have only heard him say about five different sentences this whole time I've been here. I found myself growing closer and closer to this boy, even though I have a plan to show up all these "men." I can never show peels up though! he wont back down, I'll stand close to him to put him off edge like it does with the others- (besides eyelash who quite enjoys the attention)- but it doesn't seem to throw him off the slightest bit. I find myself trying to sit next to him at mealtimes and wanting to talk to him when we are walking to our holes that end up right next to each other anyways. when I go to sleep in my small tent next to theirs, I find myself straining to hear his voice through the plastic, and trying to figure him out when they have all went to sleep for the night.

I do not have a crush on this guy. He isn't normal. He has a weird haircut, I don't think it was his fault though, and he has a way of cutting into your sentences when you having a conversation with a "yeah! I know right?" and I get confused every time he says something that he thinks is funny but isn't. most of the time he is simply quiet and confused. I cant help wanting to get to know him more-….wait….is this-…NO!

I sat up straighter, watching him more closely, my heart racing with every second.

'is this all a trick? Is this the point?' I thought as I stared at him, '-To make me fall for him by not doing anything! Its so obvious! I don't like it one bit. Being elusive is supposed to be my gimic! I mean, I have never had a REAL friend that knew everything about me, and the "friends" I had back home didn't even know my middle name!' I fumed as the seconds ticked by with us listening to mister Pendanski talk about crap no one cared about. Once he was satisfied with our boredom, he told us to go take showers. Of course that meant that I would have to walk down the road to take mine…the bathroom place down there was okay, it was in an old wooded cabin that smelled like soap. The small shower had only a few minutes of hot water, but what did that matter? I had the chance to take a shower without ogling boys around every corner.

I smiled to myself. Of course I do… will everything be different now that I came to camp green lake? Will I really change because I dug some holes? Will any of us CHANGE because we dug some holes? Or is it like prison where we just sit there until we "learn our lesson". I don't think that will happen anytime soon really, I don't think guys out here will learn their lesson until someone permanently teaches them that "stealing cars is wrong!" that I laughed at out loud.

Slowly, I peeled off my clothes and stepped in. sadly, I looked down at my arm where the warden had nicked me with her nail. Why did it hurt so much! What does she paint her nails with- rattlesnake venom! I shrugged it off rinsed my hair and washed, wondering about tomorrow. What will I do about peels? I don't like him… but I need to figure him out a least a little bit! I'm so confused! For a second, he acts like he likes me, but then he seems like he hates me a few minutes later. Sometimes, when we are digging, I look up and find him peering at me under the brim of his orange baseball hat, his eyes squinted because of the sun. His face is different. It has this thoughtful stricken expression as if I was floating or something. I would straighten up and stop my digging, but he wouldn't move…until I smiled and waved at him. his face would go red, and the stricken was replaced with embarrassment. I would smile, and finish my hole second after bruise. I don't understand him! I'm so confused and worried. Doesn't this mean he likes ME? I'm completely baffled! The way he stares isn't like anyone else here, they stare and whistle sometimes. But not once have I heard him comment on my "looks" or anything. I LOVE messing with the guys here! Sometimes I simply stand super close and they hyperventilate, and other times I give them hugs for the stupidest reasons like when I ask "where are the shovels?" and they say "over there." He wont give in, he wont smile, he wont RESPOND. So far, he is my favorite…

I got out and slipped into my "relaxation" jumpsuit. I brushed my hair with my comb and looked in the old grimey mirror that stood on the opposite wall from the showers. My hair is white… my skin is white…my eyes are red…yeah, I'm a freak….but I like how I can hiss at someone and they will make a break for it. so everyone technically thinks I'm a vampire…typical really.

Once I grabbed my things, I walked outside to see all of the guys had already showered and stuff, so they were most likely in the dinner hall, The PROUD home of the WORST FOOD ON EARTH… not even kidding. Then I saw a figure running towards me. He was full on sprinting towards me.

"hey?" I gasped, taking a step back and staring at the guy's figure. He didn't stop moving at all, his running was loud, with his feet hitting the crunchy dirt rhythmically.

"DON'T MOVE!" the dude yelled at me, and I figured that it would be the best option at the moment.

"why-" he pulled out a gun, and shot at something to my right. I jumped and turned to see a hole in the ground. "what the hell man!" I screamed impatiently, rage building up behind my eyes, forcing its way into them.

"stop moving if you know whats good for you!" then I stiffened as he walked closer and closer. He shot again, and I turned to see where he was shooting, since he really didn't seem to be shooting at me.

I saw a lizard…it had yellow spots on its back, and it was staring at me. The shot had missed it by a few inches.

"good aim!" I called back to him, and yet he was still running. He was about fifteen yards away from me now. The lizard hissed at me, the skin around its neck flaring out like a lions mane. I tucked in my chin and raised my eyebrows in surprise just before it reared back onto its hind legs and started running at me. I froze.

I froze.

There was a bullet.

Then a dead lizard in front of me.

The guy finally got next to me, and started to laugh.

"its NOT funny-" I gasped as I realized it was- "PEELS?" he laughed harder, looking down at me with a large smile on his face.

"you almost died! If I hadn't seen that lizard-"

"how do you have a gun! You are in a minor's correctional facility! And you got a gun from-"

"Mr. sir gave me one, he knows I'm responsible and have keen eyes when it comes to yellow spotted lizards."

"so he just GAVE YOU A GUN! HOW THE HELL-" I blew up, yelling at him and cussing. "-AND YOU JUST SHOOT TOWARDS ME! I MEAN A FEW INCHES AND I WOULD-" he slapped a hand over my mouth, his attention somewhere near the dining hall. I mumbled into his hand, screaming in irritance as he wrapped an arm around my middle and dragged me towards the shower I just walked away from.

"okay, so heres the deal… mister Pendanski doesn't know I have a gun, or the warden. Mister sir isn't even liscensed to have one either- legally-" he pulled me into him, my head wasnear his neck. His warm breath was on the top of my head, making my eyes wide. I heard him force the door open and hurry inside, still holding me to him tightly as I struggled to get free. He fell down onto the floor, holding me between his legs and staring out the small crack in the door. He kept talking, "-and giving one to me was DEF against the law. You cant say anything. We know for a fact that they heard the gun shots and now they are going to come and confinscate it and make me stay here for another year or something. You cant tell!" I looked up at him, he moved his hand with my head, and I saw he was dead serious. When I nodded, we both watched silently as they grabbed flashlights and searched the camp for him. I didn't squirm. Maybe for once I'm finally getting to know this guy! That made me start laughing.

I cracked up, making him let go of me and kneel as I fell onto my back. His face appeared over mine and he placed a firm hand over my mouth to muffle my guffaws of laughter.

"shut up!"

"I'm actually getting in on a secret of PEELS'! I know nothing about you dude, and finally I get to know a secret before anyone else!"

"so!"

"THIS IS A BIG DEAL FOR ME!"

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