Rewritten, because the plot was too weird.
A-Tent: Striker; Mastiff; Scourge; Stigma; Spit
B-tent: Alpha; Finch; Griz; Ripper; Puppy
C-Tent: Cracker; Squirt; Spike; Ace; Tox
D-Tent: X-Ray; Armpit; Magnet; Squid; Zero; Barfbag; ZigZag; (Caveman)
E-Tent: Boo; Snail; Toad; Drooler; Twiddle
Counsellors: Mr Bogey (A); Mr Snapper (B); Mr Oakheart (C); Dr Pendanski (D); Mr Brooks (E)
Other Persons: The Warden (Warden Walker); Mr Sir (Marion Sevillo)
My name isMacy Cooper, I'm fifteen and until Wednesday everyone thought I'm the sweetest girl in town. Today everyone thinks I'm violent and insane. Why? Probably because I killed may stepfather, but it was his own fault. He rap . . . he did some bad things, ok? Nobody believes my story, probably because my stepfather Gabe was a highly respectable person in town (Pecos/Texas), the sheriff.
I thought that the judgement would be prison or madhouse, but it surprises me, a lot like to mention, that I hate surprises): Camp Green Lake, a boot camp for juvenile delinquents. And the worst part is, it's an all boys camp. I always honoured the court and everything, but now it's official – the law sucks.
The bus picks me up right this afternoon, I'm only allowed to bring a few personal things, and so I do: three shorts and tank tops (it's hot in Texas, doesn't matter were you are), toothbrush, tampons, and a packet full of crackers (maybe the ride is getting long).
The officer in the bus seems nice – until he handcuffs me. Yeah right, like I would jump out of the bus into the middle of nowhere – all I can see is desert dirt and holes.
After a few hours, it's already dark outside, the bus stops and I see six big grubby tents and a small house. Immediately my feelings get a little bit dizzy when I step out of the bus – the air is still hot and I wear jeans and a sweater.
A man, who looks like a rodeo clown, walks towards me and introduces himself as Mr Sir. I grab my backpack and follow him into the small house. Mr Sir begins to talk with a deep rough voice (does he want to scare me or what?):
"Welcome here at Camp Green Lake! (it rather sounds like 'welcome to your worst nightmares') This is not a girl's scout camp, you are the only girl here, don't expect more. The boys here must dig a hole everyday, to build the character. A girl can't handle that, so you won't dig holes – you will be the 'price' for the boy's hard work. They will be exited to meet you and maybe a little bit overwhelmed of their feelings. I heard you killed your stepfather, so this won't be a problem for you I think!"
Surprisingly I can't fall asleep after these happily news – Mr Sir said the boys shouldn't know that there is a girl at camp until tomorrow, so I sleep in the house, which is the Warden's house. The boys sleep in the tents A-E, the counsellors in tent F. I can choose in which tent I wanna live after I met the boys, so long I can sleep in the small house. After a few good night crackers I am able to fall asleep, but I have nightmares about rodeo clowns trying to shoot me.
Some noise, which sounds like a damaged trumpet, makes me look outside the window. It is still dark; I wonder what time it is. Suddenly the door bursts open and a totally mad looking man walks into the room; nearly yelling he tells me: 'I'm the counsellor of A-Tent, my name is Mr Bogey, every time you speak with me, you call me that name, is that clear? Go, change! It's going to be hot outside and with a sweater you will die! The boys will be pleased to meet you, Macy, right? You're a variety of all the holes they dig, they'll be excited! I meet you at the front door – you have ten minutes!'
Ok, very nice people here, really. I take a look into my closet (they gave me clothes in case I didn't bring any with me) and I am unable to speak. Those aren't clothes, those are outfits for a bikini party – unless you don't want to look like a prostitute you wouldn't want to wear them. So I stay with my shorts and tank tops, brush my teeth, comb my hair and in less than seven minutes I am done.
I hear the first "Ah's" and "Oh's" and one is saying "hey guys, fresh meat!" when I walk outside. That's just A-Tent, but they look like much more people. I have never seen so many boys looking at me at 4 in the morning. I feel a little bit uncomfortable, because a few boys don't look very friendly (or intelligent), they stare like they want to say: "Hey baby, you look so sexy. Can I touch you?" Mr Bogey introduces the boys by their names, but I'm too nervous to remember them; then he explains what I'm here for:
'A-Tent, this is Macy Cooper, she is and will be the only girl here! Macy will go out on the lake everyday with one tent, you are the first ones. Macy won't dig your holes, but she will be a little entertainment for you at work, that's her job. You will find out for what she's working. If you find something interesting, you will go back to camp with her – there you can be alone for a while. And the girl will get a payment, be diligent and work hard for your price. Oh, and don't hurt her, or better, don't let me see you hurting her, ok? Have fun!"
What the hack should that mean? Entertainment? And what is this job, he mentioned. Ok, and when they find something, I have to be alone with them – that's unfair, I mean what will they do to or with me? And can they touch me? If they touch me they are fresh meat. And no one asks me, if it's ok with me or if I have feelings or if I want breakfast? No, I'm just a violent girl that killed her stepfather.
Maybe the boys aren't that bad and the day will get better from now on. Of course not. When I walk out on the lake with the boys, three touch my butt and five times I get hugs around my waist. I didn't dare yelling at them, because that counsellor looks like he would rape or beat me right now. So I silently keep walking and hope for a miracle.
Mr Bogey tells the boys where to start digging and me to go to Striker, a really big and mean looking guy, and probably the leader of the tent. Then he leaves. I could have thought: "Puh, now the strange man has gone. I feel much more secure now!" But my thoughts were more like: "Help!"
This striker had a mean grin on his face, like he couldn't wait to see me naked. And it is already hot here, even in the dark. By the way, why has everyone here a water bottle except me? Oh now I get it, I want water, I have to work for it. The boys must give me some, and I must give them entertainment. Shit, if the boys aren't very very friendly, I will have to do something they want or I will die of thirst.
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