So I started this story instead of doing my homework. Was that a wise decision? No, probably not. Will I regret it tomorrow? Yes. Yes I will. I know it's been done before (a lot) but… Anyway… enjoy…

I would like to start out by saying; I'm not a bad person. A few of my actions may be questionable, but as a whole I'm pretty alright, morally. So why am I on my way to a Juvenile disciplinary facility? The answer is simple. Bad timing and Bad Friends.

2 weeks ago I went to a party (a rare occurrence for me by the way) where a friend thought it would be funny to spike my water with Vodka. Being the responsible kid I am, I promptly disposed of the drink and refused anything offered to me for the remainder of the night. Unfortunately as I was driving said heavily intoxicated friend home, a police officer pulled me over. Long story short, due to the Zero Tolerance Law in Texas I was arrested and charged with a DUI. It was a fun night.

My parents are very strict, pious people and they were extremely pissed off. They decided that I needed a higher form of punishment. When they heard Camp Green Lake was being opened to girls as a trial, I was the first signed up.

So yeah, that's why I am sitting on this hot, sweaty bus. Surrounded by five teenage, female delinquents who look like they could snap me in half if they wanted to. And they probably want to. This is just the girls as well. The others and I will be the first females ever at this "Camp". To say I'm freaking out would be an understatement.

After being on the bus for 3 hours, seeing nothing but dry desert, we finally arrive at a sign saying "Welcome to Camp Green Lake!" A gothic looking girl sitting across from me turned and asked, "Where's the lake?"

After realizing she was addressing me I shrugged and said "Maybe they're being ironic?"

"What?" She snapped.

"I don't think there is a lake."

She sneered and turned back around. Alrighty then. Off to a good start.

The bus pulled up to what I assume is the Camp and came to a screeching halt. Camp Green Lake appears to consist of about 6 large tents and a few wooden buildings. Outside the bus, tough looking boys have formed a crowd, laughing and cheering. Oh dear lord, what on earth have my parents got me in to? The bus driver yells for us to get off. I follow behind the other girls and we get off the bus single file. Outside the cheering gets even louder. A man wearing a Cowboy hat pushes through the crowd of rowdy boys and yells "If you vermin don't get back to your tents right now, there'll be no shower tokens for a week!" This causes a reluctant disperse, however a few determined souls linger. The man fires two shots into the air, scaring the heck out of me and getting rid of the stragglers.

He turns to us and grimaces as if we are something he really doesn't want to deal with. "Alright Ladies. First of I want to tell you this aint no girly camp." No, you don't say. "You're bad kids, that's why you're here. Now you take a bad kid, make 'em dig holes all day in the hot sun, they gonna turn to a good kid. My-"

A muscular girl, with multiple face piercings interrupted him, "Dig holes? Are you saying all we're going to do here is dig holes?" The man glares at her and spits on the ground. Lovely. "Do not interrupt me girly. You learn to respect authority around here. As I was saying, my name is Mr. Sir" Ha. Stupid name.

A small, wimpy looking man with sun cream on his nose shuffles over beside Mr. Sir. "Now for any touchy-feely, girly crap you talk to Mr. Pendanski over here"

"Girls I want you to know, I support and believe in each, and every one of you." Croons Mr. Pendanski, with an overly caring smile. Now that man is just plain creepy. Mr. Sir rolls his eyes and continues with his speech, "Now each of you girls will be put with a tent for digging and free time, but you'll all be sleeping together in a temporary cabin, for safety reasons and…. other concerns with mixed rooming." Eww. "So when Mr. Pendanski calls your name, I want you to raise your hand and he will tell you which tent you're in. Does anyone have any questions?" No one did.

Mr. Sir spat again and then walked away. He had a very peculiar way of walking.

"Okay then, first up is Abigail Brick" Calls Mr. P cheerfully. The pierced girl who spoke earlier raised her hand. "Abigail honey, you're in A tent. Next is Belinda Martin" A blonde girl (very cheerleader-esque) raised her hand, and with intense attitude said "It's Bee"

Mr. P just kept on smiling and said, "I will call you the name that society will recognize you with, Belinda, and you are in B tent. Don't worry you'll fit in just fine with that lot. Now do we have a Carmina?" A heavily tattooed girl raised her hand, "you my dear, will be in C tent." Carmina started rapidly speaking to the girl next to her in Spanish, while glaring at Mr. Pendanski. "Okay, next is Darcey Cooper" Oh.. that's me. I wearily raise my hand. Mr. Pendanski's condescending gaze lands on me, "You're in D tent. Oh now Darcey, if these boys give you any problems, you tell me or Mr. Sir right away" Hang on. What? Are the guys in D tent specifically awful? I was about to express my concerns to Mr. Pendanski but he was already calling the next girl's name out. There was Ellie (the gothic girl from on the bus) in E tent and Francesca (Carmina's friend) in F tent.

Mr. Pendanski then took us on a tour where we got to see the wreck room, the eating house and the boy's showers, in all their glory. Thankfully, he said we had private shower in our cabin. After the tour he sent us off to go meet our tent-mates and later on we would have group therapy sessions with him.

I was incredibly nervous walking up to D tent, I could hear the guys laughing and joking around inside. Instead of entering and making my presence known, I decided to eavesdrop. "So the important question is, which girl do you think we'll get?" I hear a voice ask. "Nah Armpit, the important question is which girl do we want to get?" Another replies. Okay, maybe I don't want to hear the gross guy talk that will inevitably ensue. I need to man up and just walk in. Like I have some shred of self-confidence.

When I do walk in the tent, everyone goes silent. Like, dead silent. No one is saying anything. It's been like 30 seconds now. This is getting awkward. Well then. I guess I should introduce myself as it is clear the boys aren't going to say anything. "Uh.. so I'm Darcy… nice to meet you guys?"

A guy with thick glasses stands up and tries to act macho, "I'm X-ray, and on behalf of all of us here at Camp Green Lake, welcome." He bows sarcastically. Okay. I'm getting the feeling they're not going be very welcoming. The rest of the tent stands up and introduce themselves. They all had very strange names like "Armpit" and "ZigZag". There was one boy who didn't introduce himself however. He was laying on a bed (more like military cot) with a hat over his eyes, chewing a toothpick. "Hey Squid! Come meet the new chick, man!" Magnet went over and gave "Squid" a shove. He let out a dramatic sigh and slowly got out of the bed. When he stood up properly I could see he was really tall. Like 5ft 10. That is massive compared to my pathetic 5ft 2. He took his hat off and I was shocked to a see a familiar face.

"Alan?" I semi-shriek. He looks just as shocked.

"Darcy? What the hell are you doing here?" Thanks for reading and feel free to let me know what you think J