Disclaimer: Ok I do not own lots of stuff in this story. Let me begin: Camp Greenlake, and characters in it such as Armpit, X-ray, Zero, Squid, Zig-Zag, etc. And just to let you know, I did take little tidbits from other stories I have read. Like the weapon in the locker thing is from one of Gordan Korman's books, and I did kinda get the idea of a girl going to Camp Greenlake from other stories but most of the details I have made up and if it seems that I have copied you I am very sorry so please let me know, Ok:D
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Terry's brown hair and freckled face looked out of the dusty bus window, watching all the cacti and tumbleweed zoom past. It was all that stupid kid's fault. She had a perfect life until the principal found a threatening note in her locker. Terry had lots of friends, good grades in school, a beautiful house out in an acreage. Even a horse! She didn't know who wrote the note, but she did know that when she got her hands on the little runt that stuck it in her locker…
Her cuffed hands trembled. But the metal dug deeper into her wrist and she stopped. Terry sighed. She remembered her horse, called Hugh. He was black and the most wonderful sweet animal ever. But now that she was going to Camp Greenlake for 18 months, they had to sell him. Oh she was so mad! Her hands trembled again at the thought.
"OW!" She grunted. The guard sitting across from her looked up, and his hand slid to the rifle beside him. Terry gulped and looked down at the stained floor. The guard returned his hands to his lap, thankfully. Her nose itched but since her handcuffs were chained to a pole in front of the seat, so naturally she just had to ignore it. Besides, if I move at all, that creepy guard will pull his gun on me. She snuck a glance at him. He was knawing on a toothpick and his double-bridged sunglasses were creeping down his bony nose. Terry looked back at the floor. Eventually, the bumpy bus hit some actual concrete, and she was lulled into a dreamy state.
Flashback
The sleepy old judge coughed.
"So…yer naime's Terry. Cough. Aiz ah look troo deez papehs ah see one thing. Ah will rade this note to yeh.
"Most undear Principal, Yeh bettah watch out becuz ah hate ye, And ah playn to kill yeh. Aynd if yeh don't clawse theh school ah will burn eet dawn for yeh."
He still didn't look up. "Now, whut did yeh mean bah 'I hate yeh?' ah mean, if yeh didn't like deh principal thayn just chaynge schools. But stabbin anudder kid-…"
He was asleep again. Terry remembered what happened:
They did a locker check that day. The note had been messily stuffed in her backpack. No fingerprints. Coincidentally, they found a seventh-grader in the bathroom. She had been attacked from behind and had a stab wound in her shoulder blade. She said she didn't see who attacked her, only that someone jumped on her from behind. Caitlin Moore was in the hospital right now. And all signs pointed to Terry as the culprit.
The stupid Judge was still asleep.
"AHEM!" the lawyer coughed, loudly. The Judge snapped awake.
"Yes, um bayck the bizness." After a hearty and long cough spasm, he said: "I find yeh guilty." Terry looked down. She could hear her mother crying in the seat behind. Terry did not cry. She wasn't afraid. She didn't do it, and that was that.
"Yeh hayve eh choice, son. Too yeaz of jail, eh aighteen months ait Camp Greenlayke."
That stupid accent is driving me insane. And what did he mean by 'son'? It must be my dumb name…Well even though it was probably a detention facility, Camp Greenlake sounded more inviting then jail.
"Camp Greenlake, your honour." She said, with her head down. The croaky old Judge coughed once more and said:
"Alraghty. 18 months at Camp Greenlake for yeh, boay."
Boy?
End of flashback
A sudden lurch of the bus popped the trance Terry was in.
"Here y'are. Camp Greenlake."