Tom stared absently out of the window of a sparsely populated bus as it rumbled down a back road in New Jersey, reflecting on the events that led up to him being put on the bus destined for crystal lake in the first place.
If Tom had been a minute slower or a minute faster he may have not been put in this mess in the first place, if the circumstances were right he may have even went through life completely oblivious that something wasn't right in the little town he lived in. But that's if he had been a minute faster or a minute slower, which he was neither, and so when he came out of the ally door to the gym that he went to just about every day and a guy in a ski mask who had just got done robbing the convenience store down the street ran up and shoved a duffle bag full of money and a gun into his hand, then a few moments later the police came, and then he was charged with theft, he had to deal with the consequences. Which eventually after hours of questioning and pressure from his single mom who at the time was an emotional wreck, he decided to confess to the crime he didn't commit, and that combined with the fact he had a clean criminal record he was able to get a sentence of just two months of labor any where the state of New Jersey pleased and five months of parole. The state of New Jersey quickly decided that it would be nice for some one to fix up camp Crystal Lake, and better yet for free. So when there were five people with similar punishments to be carried out the five people were quickly put on a bus destined for Crystal Lake, which to Tom it seemed like a waste of money to drive five people with not much luggage to a camp with a bus that could handle forty or more people. But that's politics and politics in a sense put Tom in a situation that is usually reserved for books, movies, and other works of fiction.
"Come on man are you goanna stare out that window all day or are you going to come over and choose someone to sleep with tonight?" a girl asked Tom from the seat behind him. The girl who really wasn't a year or two older than Tom, which that would put her at about seventeen or eighteen, was so sluty she would register an eleven on a one to ten whore scale. That only made Tom disgusted. There were two other boys on the bus and Tom was wishing the girl would just go and try to get with one other two boys on the bus. Then Tom turned his head and responded with "At least the window won't give me an STD."
The girl's face took on an expression of anger that reminded Tom of a child that isn't getting their way, then the girl turned around just as a dark skinned girl of about the same age said "Just leave him alone Ashley, his body may be hot but his attitude is not." Ashley then replied to the dark skinned girl with "Hu, ya think Latasha."
Tom turned back to the window while Latasha and Ashley started a conversation with the two other boys that were older than Tom.
After fifteen more minutes of riding the bus turned off of the road and onto a dirt one that seemed as though it was half the width of the bus. But all doubt was removed when the bus drove under a rotting sign that read Camp Crystal Lake, in bold yet fading black letters and into a run down camp ground and stopped. The bus driver opened the doors and yelled "All right this is where you get the hell off my bus."
Tom didn't waste any time getting of, but he made sure to grab his draw string bag that held his tooth brush and two changes of clothes. The others were not so time efficient. But when all five were out they were ordered to get in a line by the correctional officer that rode out there with them on the bus.
When they were all in a line the correctional officer started speaking.
"You all were sent here by the state of New Jersey because you five were scumbag low life enough to break the law and then get caught," He said while pacing along the length of the line. "So you five are going to stay here and work on this place for two months. You won't be swimming in the lake, you won't be singing around a campfire, and you won't be doing anything else that people usually do at camps. And that includes fucking each other!" The correctional officer glared at one of the two boys that were standing beside Tom before he carried on, pacing along the length of the line again. "I wish that we could have someone stay out here with all of you, but budget won't let that happen so every week I will personally come out here to drop off food and water, and make sure that work is getting done around here. So don't even try to run off because we will find you. And trust me, you all will be happy campers if you don't make me an unhappy camper by making me come out here just to find your dumb ass," the officer said with a smile, pun intended about the happy campers part. Then the officer turned and walked back to the bus and when he got there he turned and waved just to tease the five teenagers before walking into the bus and taking the first seat just as the door closed.
The bus pulled off leaving the teenagers standing there holding what little luggage they had, and it drove back up the dirt road and started back towards town.
After a few moments of driving the bus pulled out onto the street and continued heading back to town.
"How long do you thing they will think you aren't going to stay there with them?" the bus driver asked with a wide grin.
"They'll think that the entire two months if I don't go back today," the officer answered with a similar grin and a chuckle.
"Probably, now where am I going to turn around?" the bus driver followed up with while scanning the side of the road for space to turn around.
Just then a rather large and athletic looking man in a hockey mask and clothes that has seen better days walked to the side of the road and paused there watching the bus.
"What the hell?" the bus driver remarked as the man took a step out into the road.
"Slow down," the officer commanded.
The bus driver honked the horn as he neared the man, but didn't slow down. The man didn't listen. Instead he waited until the bus was so close it wouldn't be able to stop in time to avoid hitting him, then he lunged towards the middle of the street.
The bus driver swerved left to avoid hitting the man who apparently had a death wish, and he tried to get back onto the road but it was too late. The bus was already tipping over. And it ran off the road and crashed down into the deep valley, and kept going until it smashed into a pine tree, throwing the officer out of the bus and he landed on a rock and broke his back and cracked his skull. The bus driver wasn't any luckier, a branch busted the windshield and the driver and his seat was impaled on it before the bus began to roll. The branch ripped out of the seat, spreading foam that clung to the blood covered seat, and the dieing bus driver was ripped from the seat belt and hung limp on the branch a second or two with some of his intestines hanging out of his back before the rolling bus broke the branch and the branch and nearly dead bus driver fell down and was tumbled in the rolling bus like clothes being tumbled in a dryer until the bus came to a stop against another tree with the dead bus driver inside.
Back at the camp Ashley was still standing where she was when the bus left, dumbfounded. "They can't leave us here alone, what if we get eaten by a lion!?" Ashley screamed.
"There are no lions here you dumb ass," Latasha scorned.
"One could escape from a zoo," Ashley said in a failed attempt to defend her dumb comment from earlier.
"Meh, who cares if I'm going to be eaten by a wild animal it's going to happen while I'm doing some of that camp stuff that we were told not to do," The skinnier of the two other boys said as he winked at Latasha. He grabbed his bag and motioned for her to follow, which she did after she grabbed her bag and they began walking to the closest cabin. Which that made Tom slowly shake his head a little disgusted while wondering how stupid can they be.
"Yep, same with me the taller of the two other boys said as he wrapped his arms around Ashley, and the two began to kiss, and he slipped his hands into Ashley's pants, although he took them out a few seconds later to grab his and ashley's bags and the two began walking towards the same cabin, leaving Tom alone. Tom shook his head again and thought 'what did they do to become that retarded? The cop is probably coming right back.' "Well I ain't touching that guy's bag," Tom commented while grabbing his bag and walking over to a stump and sitting down on it to wait for the officer that wouldn't come back.
Tom has only been here a few moments and he has been surprised by the others level of stupidness. Usually Tom was with people who weren't so stupid. But then again Tom wasn't really a people person. And he wasn't going to be working with people who he had no doubt would make him just a stupid, though he didn't think that they would get to be around him a lot these two months and that was just the way Tom wanted it for now.
He played with the strings on his bag and he hoped that the officer would come back soon.