Hey!
So...I'm posting a new Kid Nation story. It's kind of the same...but it's better. I promise.
I've changed a lotttt. I almost wouldn't even compare the TV show to this...just the people. Vaguley. I changed a lot of their ages and personalities. I've also added two characters Macy (13) and Tosca (12). So yah, keep your eyes out.
Please review guys...and have fun reading!
Day One
Why did I sign up for this?
I look out the window of the seat I am sitting on, on the bus that will take me to Bonanza City, New Mexico. I'm sitting next to an eleven year old boy named Jared and frankly, he is bugging the crap out of me.
Apparently, he's some major super genius and all he's been doing this whole time is explaining to me about Pi. Fun…right? I think not.
We are driving in circles right now…I think it's because the camera people need to get shots for the show or something. I'm not really sure, but we've already been to our destination about three times.
There are a lot of kids on the bus. I didn't really notice many kids older than me. I know the oldest is a fifteen year old boy, and the youngest is an eight year old boy. So, because I'm thirteen, I don't think many kids will be older than me. Great…I get to deal with little kids for the next forty days.
"Do you know when we're gonna be there…" Jared pauses and looks up at me. I'm assuming her forgot my name, so I fill it in for him.
"It's Macy." I reply, looking down at the kid. He has short brown hair and a pair of major nerdy glasses.
"Right." He replies, giving me a thumbs up sign. I roll my eyes and look around the rest of the bus. A boy with shaggy blonde hair catches my eye and smirks at me. He's sitting a seat ahead of my and Jared, but it diagonal from us. He's sitting next to a little blonde girl and looks about as bored as I do.
"I think we're here!" A deep voice yells from the back of the bus. I smile to myself and grab my backpack which is sitting at my feet. Jared does the same and we anxiously await for the bus to stop.
When the bus finally stops, I push Jared and we're the first and second people out. I really needed to get out of that bus.
The host (I'm pretty sure his name is Jonathan) is standing in a clearing and I walk over there. The boy who I exchanged a look with is following right behind me and when the host tells us to stop, he's right at my side.
When Jonathan is talking to the camera people about something, the boy turns to me, "Hey." He says, looking over at me.
"Hey," I reply, shaking the hand he stuck out for me to shake, "I'm Macy."
"Michael."
"Cool."
Michael opens his mouth to say something, but we are cut off by Jonathan (Yeah, that's his name) giving us instructions and beginning to talk to us.
He talks for a little while…and then, about fifty yards away, a helicopter lands. Jonathan is calling them the "Town Council" but frankly…that sounds pretty pathetic.
The "Town Council" consists of a boy with glasses who is wearing a cowboy hat, a short girl with long brown hair, a girl with curly red hair, and an Indian boy.
And they all look really young. I mean, how come I wasn't chosen to be a leader? Gosh, these producers were unfair.
Jonathan then tells us that we need to go and carry all the crap we need for the next forty days on a mile walk towards Bonanza City. I let out a sigh and then begin to follow all the screaming little kids over to the supply pile.
A couple kids, probably around my age, have the same idea as me. Walk slowly and let the little kids get the heavy stuff. There are three girls and three boys. There is also me and Michael.
"Well," A girl with black hair and tan skin says, throwing her pack into a wagon that the little kids hadn't grabbed, "Anyone wanna help?"
I step forward, also throwing pack into the wagon, "Let's do it."
The other kids take over the rest of the stuff and Laurel and Mike lead us on our trip to Bonanza City, "So what's your name?" I say as we begin to walk.
"Natasha. Yours?"
"Macy."
"I'm assuming you're twelve…?"
"I'm actually thirteen," I say with a frown. Most people think I'm young because of my height. I'm only about 5'2 and while I might look like I'm thirteen, I'm not tall enough to be thirteen, "Are you fourteen?"
"Yup." She says, drawling out the 'P'. We continue having a small conversation on the rest of our trip. I find out Natasha and I are a lot alike…she's a really cool person in general. At least I'll have one normal person to talk to throughout this experience.
"Guys!" A voice screeches through all of us kids, "I see Bonanza City!"
Natasha and I exchange a look that reads 'This is going to be a long forty days' and then we continue to pull out wagon throughout the city, looking for someone who can tell us where we will put our wagon of canned goods.
Finally, I spot the redheaded leader with three girls trailing her around, "What's the red-head's name again?" I ask, looking over at Natasha.
She shrugs her shoulders and I look at her with a look of exasperation. Finally, I call out, "Hey! Leader-dude!"
She flips her head towards Natasha and me, and then slowly begins to walk over. The other girls follow her, "I have a name."She says in a heavy Boston accent.
"Which I forgot." I reply, holding up my hands in a defense position, "Sorry for being human."
She looks at me up and down and then rudely replies, "What do you want?"
"Just wanted to know where to put this…" Natasha butts in, motioning to the wagon of canned goods behind us.
"Go bring it to the kitchen." She says, walking away with her little posse.
I then turn to Natasha, "She's twelve. Why the hell is she talking to us like that?"
Natasha shrugs her shoulders in return as we dump the crap in the kitchen, "I have no idea. But sometimes, you have to deal with witchy people in life."
"Greatttt." I say, rolling my eyes. Natasha laughs in reply and we walk around the town, looking for an empty bunkhouse where we'll be able to sleep tonight since no one told us where to sleep.
We look into bunkhouse one, and see that it is full of a group of little boys. The next two bunkhouses are also filled with younger boys and their backpacks and the fourth bunkhouse had a neat little pile of pink backpacks. Obviously meaning that there is a group of girl's in that bunk. The fifth bunk has a backpack with the name Laurel on it and we immediately book it out of there, and the sixth bunkhouse…well we just don't like that one.
When we peep out heads into the seventh bunkhouse, we are met with a group of about six guys who all look to be teenagers.
"Sorry," Natasha says awkwardly, not meaning to disrupt them.
I peep my head in farther and see Michael in the group of boys, "Hey Michael." I say, waving. He replies with a 'Hey Macy' and then we leave the arguing group of boys.
By the time we reach the eighth bunkhouse, we're practically praying that there is room for us. Which there is. There are already three girls in there, but when we ask if anyone else is there they say no and warmly welcome us.
There is a thirteen year old girl named Migle. She seems nice enough, for all we know. And then there's a twelve year old girl named Randi whom Migle sat with on the bus and another twelve year old girl named Tosca, who is quieter than the rest of us.
"Well," Tosca says, standing up as soon as Natasha and I drop our packs, "It's almost four. I'm going to go see if dinner has started yet." She walks out the door, her curly brown hair swaying in her ponytail and Randi gets up and follows her out.
"So…" I say awkwardly, looking at the two other girls sitting with me. Migle has taken a sudden interest in her nails, and Natasha is looking at the split ends in her hair, "Wanna go walk around or something?"
Natasha quickly stands up and Migle follows, "Better than sitting around." Migle adds as we walk out the door.
We make our way through groups of kids that come about every so often and soon enough we're on the outskirts of the city, the three of us found a fence with a couple of hay bales that we were able to sit on.
We sit and talk about the other kids who we have seen so far today. There are a lot of twelve and eleven year olds here, a couple thirteen-fourteen-and-fifteen year olds, and then maybe ten kids aged ten and under.
"I really don't feel like dealing with a bunch of annoying twelve and eleven year olds the whole time we're here." I say, looking towards Migle and Natasha and referring to Natasha and my meeting with Laurel earlier today, "Especially Laurel. She already hates me for no reason."
"People only hate if they have something to envy." Migle says, "So Laurel obviously envy's you. Why? We'll just have to figure that out."
"Hey Girls."
Natasha, Migle, and I all look to the right to see a group of three boys coming over to us, each one holding a bucket. I see Michael in the group and wave to him. He's the only boy I know here so far…except for Jared. But I don't think Jared counts.
"Hey." Migle says with a smile, waving the boys over. They come and sit on the hay bales and I get a closer look at the boys who I don't know. The first one had shaggy brown hair and tan skin. He looks old, older than any other of the guys. Then there's another guy with shaggy blonde hair who also has tan skin.
Gosh…all the guys here have shaggy hair. That should be fun to deal with.
"I'm Greg." Says the guy with the brown hair as he points to himself. He then points to the boy sitting next to him, "And this is Blaine."
"And I'm Michael." Michael adds in. Natasha, Migle, and I introduce ourselves in return and then Natasha finally asks why they are carrying buckets.
"Because the red-head leader told us to get water." Greg explains, pointing to the pump that's a little ways away.
"Speaking of the devil…" Natasha mutters under her breath to me, looking at the girl who was now storming over here.
"Hey guys." She says, clearly towards the guys. She's completely ignoring Migle, Natasha, and I and turning it on full charm, "How's the water coming?"
Blaine backs away, obviously a little freaked out by the twelve year old flirting with him, but Greg and Michael stay by her side. Probably just playing along, "Oh, it's fine." Greg says, "But we should probably go get some more. Come on guys." He then turns to the three of us, "Nice meeting you." He says with a wink.
"You guys need to work, too." Laurel huffs, placing her hands on her hips.
"Okay." I say, backing away from the girl, "C'mon guys. Let's go check out the kitchen."
By the time we get to the Dining Hall, there are already a bunch of kids there. There are about ten picnic tables filling the large room, a serving bar, and a stage which I assume is for the "Town Council" Migle had gone to the kitchen to see when dinner would be ready so Natasha and I took seats at an empty table, away from the younger kids.
After waiting about ten minutes, Sophia comes out with a pot of pasta. We all quickly get our food and eat it fast. Migle, Tosca, and Randi have come to join Natasha and I and a couple other girls are sitting at the table nearby. Along with Laurel.
"Omg he so likes me." I hear the Boston-accented girl squeal to a girl with black curls. I nudge Natasha and the two of us get everyone at our table to stop talking so we can hear the rest of their conversation.
"He is so cute!" A girl with a western accent says back to Laurel. Migle raises her eyebrows and I start to laugh. I can't help it.
"You have a problem, Macy?" Laurel spits out, whipping around so she can see me. I turn around and look her in the eyes.
"Who said I was talking to you?" I question. She glares at me for a second and then turns back around, "Score one for Macy." I mutter to myself, playing with the leftover pasta on my plate.
"What time is it?" Natasha finally asks. After a little bit of questioning, we finally figure out that it's around nine-thirty.
"Wanna go back to our bunk?" Migle asks. We all nod in reply and Tosca leads us on our way out. I'm the last one out and I'm about to get out when Laurel calls out.
"Where are you going?"
I turn back. All the kids have noticed what Laurel calls out so all of them are looking at me with fascination…at least the younger ones are. The group of older boys are sitting at a table in the back and smirking at me.
"To chill in my bunk with my friends. Why do you care?"
"Way to invite me." She replies.
I shrug my shoulders and leave.
Call me the bitch of the town…I don't care. But I cannot deal with that Laurel girl.