Fuckups. Screwups. Widely known as Juvenile Delinquints, all they were was a group of disoriented teenagers-- relishing the road in life that unfortunately left them in the pits. Muggings, shoplifting, graffiti, joyrides, and a good many other things left repeat offenders in an reform action camp [R.A.C.] on Thursday Island. Through manual labor and individual counseling, many kids found righteousness and left Thursday with a sense of life.

But you can only imagine. Housewives and mothers across the nation kept protesting against the release of the teens; scared shitless for their babies they were sure would get molested or for their million dollar homes that might get broken into. Societies formed by concerned parents raised enough trouble that the government decided something had to be done.

You are the only ones that know the real reason Thursday Island was bombed. Nobody sighted the airplanes until it was too late and then they couldn't identify them. But you know who did it. Yea, that's right. The FBI, CIA, whatever you people stick on the terrorists in this country. Two bombs exploded onto the tiny island, aiming for the camp. Many, many died.

Not all, though. Some escaped through wreckage and fires. Some have begun to run wild through the debris covered trees on the island, going crazy with the thoughts of getting back to civilization.