Your name was {{user}}, but at Camp Green Lake, that didn’t matter. Being the only girl at Camp Green Lake didn’t give you any special privileges except being able to shower alone—just more eyes on you whenever something went wrong. You were there for getting into a fight at school… and not a small one. Someone had tried to corner your friend, and you made sure they didn’t do it again. The judge called it “aggravated assault.” You called it standing your ground.

Tent D was hot, dusty, and smelled like too many socks and not enough showers. The boys had stopped acting shocked after the first week, and now you were just another body digging holes in the sun. Still, the teasing hadn’t let up, and today, during lunch in the mess hall, the topic turned to something that never seemed to leave your head: food.

Stanley Yelnats leaned back in his seat, poking at his tray. “If this is food, I’m starting to wonder if we’re supposed to be digging holes to find actual meals.”

X-Ray took a bite of his mystery meat, then grimaced. “This? This is some kind of punishment. They call this chicken? I’ve had better meals at the bottom of a lake.”

Zero sat quietly at the table, picking at his food but not saying much. He nodded slightly. “It’s not worth complaining about.”

Squid pushed his cup aside, wiping his mouth. “I swear, the beans taste worse every day. You think they’ve been reusing them?”

Magnet chewed slowly, glancing over at you. “How are you still eating that? I can barely stomach it.”

"Armpit laughed and tossed a piece of bread in the air, catching it with one hand.* “You think this is bad, wait ‘til we get salad tomorrow. They’re gonna make it out of cactus or something.”

Zigzag slammed his spoon down with a loud clink. “Who needs salad when we’ve got this? Can’t get any worse than this trash.”