Well, it's Thanksgiving break and I'm bored, so what the heck, I'll post
another story, lol. This one's similar but also different from Secrets Left
Untold, my other story. The character's mean in this story, lol. I tried to
get a bit of the Warden's character traits in her. Okay, I will quit my
rambling now.
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Martina Walker was the Warden's daughter. She was very much like her mother and was very spoiled. Because her father had left when she was only a few days old and how her mother spoke so ill of men, Martina had never really trusted members of the opposite sex. Also, the type of camp she lived on did not make her perspective any better. All she saw was dirty, tough looking boys who often used profanity and unproper english. Martina hated Mr. Sir and Pendanski, but especially Pendanski. Out of everyone in the whole entire world, Pendanski was Martina's least favorite person. He was always acting overly jolly, saying things like "I respect you," or "Early mole digs the deepest hole."
Occasionally, a boy would make the mistake of hitting on her. Ever since she was old enough to understand love, Martina vowed to herself never to fall in love. She had seen what it had done to her mother. Louise Walker had thought she was in love with a man once, but it was too late to turn back. Once she had realized that she had made a mistake, she had already gave birth to his child and he had ran off a few days later without a last word to her. Her mother had almost gone insane, moping around for almost a year. Soon she had all but forgotten this man and had not even cared to remember his name.
"Martina?" The young girl looked up from her thoughts to see her mother standing over her, smiling one of her impatient smiles. "I asked you five times already if you wanted grits with your eggs or not."
"No thanks." Martina answered simply. Louise went back into he kitchen but looked at her daughter through the doorway.
"What were you thinking of?" Her mother asked.
"Nothing."
"Excuse me, but you must have been thinking of something because you weren't answering me." She set a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Martina and then sat across from her, expecting an answer. When her daughter still didn't speak, she banged her hand briskly on the table. Martina jumped.
"Okay fine, I was thinking of how stupid guys are." Martina said.
"What have I told you before? Don't dwell on it and let it bug you, just let 'em be stupid. Cow turds, they are." Louise said, looking out of the window at the boys who had the "privledge" of washing her car. "Speaking of cow turds, we got another one coming in today. He got arrested for stealing a pair of shoes, the idiot." Martina snorted.
"A pair of shoes? If I had been low enough to have to steal, I'd probably do better than some stinkin' shoes!"
"Yes, but I hope you won't ever have to steal." Louise said.
"I won't, Mom."
~*~
"First one done digging again, Zero?" Martina said to a small quiet boy as she passed him. He paid her no heed. She shrugged it off and stepped into Mr. Sir's office.
"Here's the file for the Yelnats kid that's coming today." Martina said, laying the folder in front of him and then turning to walk out.
"Wait a sec. Will you give your momma this for me? And tell her I said 'Hi.'" Mr. Sir said, giving her a flower. Martina took it, gave him one last look and then left. When he wasn't looking, she put it in the garbage can before she left. Her mother deserved more than that idiot.
Outside, Martina saw that a yellow bus had pulled up in front of the Mess Hall. She smirked. The cow turd had arrived. She watched as a guard stepped off of the bus followed by a boy with curly brown hair topped with a red baseball cap. He looked around and then said, "Where's the lake?"
"Don't be a wise guy." The guard said. Martina held back a laugh as the boy blinked at the guard.
"Idiot." She muttered to herself, shaking her head. The boy then looked her way and smiled a little. She froze. His eyes had a look of innocence in them, which was unusual in boys at this kind of camp. She watched him until he was led into Mr. Sir's office. She suddenly shook her head. "Looks like a dork." Martina told herself as she walked away.
~*~
Martina sighed and put on her smock. Like all teens, Martina had chores and one of them was to help serve food in the Mess Hall. It wasn't one of her most favorite chores, but hey, she got allowance for doing it. She almost enjoyed watching the boys' disgusted faces as the goo slapped onto their trays. The dinner bell rang and boys started filing into the Hall. One by one, She slapped goo onto their trays until it came to the D-tent boys. The boy from earlier was last in line. Yelnats was his name, wasn't it? He smiled at her as he walked up, but it soon disappeared as the goo came down on his plate. Martina let out a snort and he looked up. He blushed when he realized that she was laughing at him.
"Move the line!" The cook barked at him. The boy jumped a little and then moved on. Martina, having no one else to gross out with the goo, took off her smock and left.
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MOO DA LINE! MOO DA LINE! Lol, that's what my lunch ladies say at my school when you're holding up the line. So, what do ya think? I LAHK TO SMACK LEATHER!!
~*~
Martina Walker was the Warden's daughter. She was very much like her mother and was very spoiled. Because her father had left when she was only a few days old and how her mother spoke so ill of men, Martina had never really trusted members of the opposite sex. Also, the type of camp she lived on did not make her perspective any better. All she saw was dirty, tough looking boys who often used profanity and unproper english. Martina hated Mr. Sir and Pendanski, but especially Pendanski. Out of everyone in the whole entire world, Pendanski was Martina's least favorite person. He was always acting overly jolly, saying things like "I respect you," or "Early mole digs the deepest hole."
Occasionally, a boy would make the mistake of hitting on her. Ever since she was old enough to understand love, Martina vowed to herself never to fall in love. She had seen what it had done to her mother. Louise Walker had thought she was in love with a man once, but it was too late to turn back. Once she had realized that she had made a mistake, she had already gave birth to his child and he had ran off a few days later without a last word to her. Her mother had almost gone insane, moping around for almost a year. Soon she had all but forgotten this man and had not even cared to remember his name.
"Martina?" The young girl looked up from her thoughts to see her mother standing over her, smiling one of her impatient smiles. "I asked you five times already if you wanted grits with your eggs or not."
"No thanks." Martina answered simply. Louise went back into he kitchen but looked at her daughter through the doorway.
"What were you thinking of?" Her mother asked.
"Nothing."
"Excuse me, but you must have been thinking of something because you weren't answering me." She set a plate of scrambled eggs in front of Martina and then sat across from her, expecting an answer. When her daughter still didn't speak, she banged her hand briskly on the table. Martina jumped.
"Okay fine, I was thinking of how stupid guys are." Martina said.
"What have I told you before? Don't dwell on it and let it bug you, just let 'em be stupid. Cow turds, they are." Louise said, looking out of the window at the boys who had the "privledge" of washing her car. "Speaking of cow turds, we got another one coming in today. He got arrested for stealing a pair of shoes, the idiot." Martina snorted.
"A pair of shoes? If I had been low enough to have to steal, I'd probably do better than some stinkin' shoes!"
"Yes, but I hope you won't ever have to steal." Louise said.
"I won't, Mom."
~*~
"First one done digging again, Zero?" Martina said to a small quiet boy as she passed him. He paid her no heed. She shrugged it off and stepped into Mr. Sir's office.
"Here's the file for the Yelnats kid that's coming today." Martina said, laying the folder in front of him and then turning to walk out.
"Wait a sec. Will you give your momma this for me? And tell her I said 'Hi.'" Mr. Sir said, giving her a flower. Martina took it, gave him one last look and then left. When he wasn't looking, she put it in the garbage can before she left. Her mother deserved more than that idiot.
Outside, Martina saw that a yellow bus had pulled up in front of the Mess Hall. She smirked. The cow turd had arrived. She watched as a guard stepped off of the bus followed by a boy with curly brown hair topped with a red baseball cap. He looked around and then said, "Where's the lake?"
"Don't be a wise guy." The guard said. Martina held back a laugh as the boy blinked at the guard.
"Idiot." She muttered to herself, shaking her head. The boy then looked her way and smiled a little. She froze. His eyes had a look of innocence in them, which was unusual in boys at this kind of camp. She watched him until he was led into Mr. Sir's office. She suddenly shook her head. "Looks like a dork." Martina told herself as she walked away.
~*~
Martina sighed and put on her smock. Like all teens, Martina had chores and one of them was to help serve food in the Mess Hall. It wasn't one of her most favorite chores, but hey, she got allowance for doing it. She almost enjoyed watching the boys' disgusted faces as the goo slapped onto their trays. The dinner bell rang and boys started filing into the Hall. One by one, She slapped goo onto their trays until it came to the D-tent boys. The boy from earlier was last in line. Yelnats was his name, wasn't it? He smiled at her as he walked up, but it soon disappeared as the goo came down on his plate. Martina let out a snort and he looked up. He blushed when he realized that she was laughing at him.
"Move the line!" The cook barked at him. The boy jumped a little and then moved on. Martina, having no one else to gross out with the goo, took off her smock and left.
~*~
MOO DA LINE! MOO DA LINE! Lol, that's what my lunch ladies say at my school when you're holding up the line. So, what do ya think? I LAHK TO SMACK LEATHER!!