This is the original story of Edith, the character recently seen in Camp Greenlake Love. Please read and review.
Also, the names of my chapters seem to be a little funny, im no good at making titles. So, if you find yourself thinking WTF? after reading the title of the next chapter(s) dont worry, its only me being weird ;)
"This is a camp for boys." The Warden said with her light southern accent to the young cop before her. The cop was there with a 'Edith Ackerman' who was sitting outside the small house on the porch at Camp Green Lake. "I inherited this land from my grand daddy and ever since it has been a camp for juvenile boy delinquents, not some sissy girls camp with a bunch of pussies worried about breaking a fingernail."
"I understand," said the cop and The Warden folded her pale arms across her chest – a sure sign that she was becoming annoyed. "But the judge said that she would benefit greatly from this discipline camp. Of course she will need her own tent and shower --"
"Excuse me?" The Wardens hands flew down from her chest and onto her hips. "If she is going to be staying at a camp for boys, she is going to be sleeping and showering like a boy."
"Whatever, ma'am.," the cop said
"Excuse me?" The Warden almost yelled, but the cop continued on – he wasn't intimidated by The Warden like most people were.
"I am just giving a suggestion, but whatever you do with her is up to you. You have twenty-four months with her; you could bury her in one of those holes out there; as long as she's here, my job is done." And with that, the cop left the cool air conditioning of The Wardens home for the dry heat of the camp, leaving The Warden with Edith Ackerman on her doorstep.
The warden opened her front door and looked down at the girl on her step like an orphan. The girl – Edith – looked up. She didn't look very strong at all. She had thin pale arms much like The Wardens and pin straight blue hair that reached her lower back. Her eyes matched her hair, but they were cold and hollow. This is the girl they send me? The Warden thought to herself They have the nerve to actually send me a girl and all I get it this scrawny little thing? Edith Ackerman. Who the hell names their kid Edith? It's a horrible name. The warden made a discussed face to herself and ran her eyes over the girl once more.
Edith was still in her civilian cloths and that would be the first thing that needed to be changed; she would get an orange jumpsuit like all the others no matter how much she complained that it clashed with her hair.