Chapter 1
Bus:
Kaylah-Jay
P.O.V
I sat there on the bus in the stinking heat with my twin sister next to me. Yeah, I know you're thinking right now "TWINS?" but it's easy to tell us apart. Apart from the fact we answer to different names, we're not identical. Lorallie has long blonde hair that hits the top of her butt, and green eyes. I on the other hand have long blonde hair too, but it only reaches half way down my back due to a scissor fight in year 9. Plus I have blue eyes. We both have tanned skin, but that's from living on the beach our whole lives! We're your typical popular girls. Ruled the school, knew everyone, were wanted by everyone, yet we were nice to everyone. One stupid thing put us here.
Lorallie looked at the guard on the bus with us. He had the stupid officer badge on and I wondered how many people he bribed to get that, because he wasn't very big. She leant over to me.
"How hot is it aye?"
I nodded my head. "Yeah and to think we got six more months of this gay heat."
The guard looked at us and with his put on cop voice had the nerve to say to us "Keep it down back there."
"You keep it down, you're interrupting our conversation." Lorallie laughed at my smart-ass comment and continued talking.
"An all girls detention facility? Not my idea of a holiday!"
I laughed. "Better than juvie."
"Yeah you're right."
Background check on how we got here. Mum died ages ago. We were coping well. It was just Dad, Lorallie and I. Everything was going well until Dad met, and married, Linda. Worst type of step mum you could think of. Gold digger trailer trash, well she was until she got her hands on my dads' money! She was never nice to my sister and me. So, we stole her car, just to scare her. Well, it scared her all right! She completely flipped out, called the cops and had us arrested. Although we weren't really hiding the car or anything, we drove it to the beach with us.
We had the trial and they made us chose a Juvenile detention center or an all girls camp detention center. We chose the camp.
The original sentence was eighteen months but Dad had it cut to six. To do that, he probably paid for another one of Linda's face-lifts.
Just then Lorallie hit me, I looked out the window and saw why.
"Wow" I stated with a drop jaw.
"Shh" Lorallie hushed me. "Just enjoy it."
And we did! Around twenty guys, with shirts off, digging holes, right beside the bus. We nearly drooled on the floor.
The guard saw us perving. "Keep your mouths closed girls. That's camp Green Lake. The boys detention camp."
Lorallie and I looked at each other. She whispered to me "Why can't we go there?!"
I laughed and we dreamed. Just then the bus started making strange noises. I smiled and in perfect unison we looked to sky and said "Thanks Mum." Mum was always looking out for us.
Turns out, the bus was out of petrol, and being in the middle of nowhere, we had to stop at the nearest facility. Camp Green Lake.
We were told to stay on the bus as the guard and bus driving got off. We were in handcuffs so we couldn't steal the bus, but why would we want to when we are at our ideal destination right now!
About an hour later the guard returned and told us to get off. Apparently they couldn't move the bus until at least a week. We had no complaints though! We jumped off the bus, in our beach gear, and followed the guard into a small office.
"This office is smaller than my bedroom!" Lorallie exclaimed. It was amusing because just at that time a man in a chair swung around to face us.
"Glad you like it. I'm Mr. Sir and you must be Lorallie and Kaylah-Jay Carter."
We nodded and Mr. Sir continued talking but we weren't really listening.
"Right. You two will have your own cabin, not sharing with the boys, you will have your own shower also. Yes you will dig, one hole every day, five by five, your shovel is your measuring stick. You will be shoveling with the boys however. These are your clothes." He handed us each two bright orange jump suites. "One will be your working clothes, the other set your relaxation clothes. Any questions?"
I looked at him, stunned. Bright orange? Ewe. I could tell Lorallie was thinking the same. She had a disgusted look on her face eyeing off the suit. But I did have a question.
"Why do we dig?" I thought that was a pretty fair question.
Mr. Sir looked at me. "You dig, because digging, helps you build character."
I laughed. "No I'm being serious, why do we dig?"
Lorallie laughed too. "Kaylah-Jay! Don't laugh, its like Mr. Sir said, we're digging to build character."
"I don't think we need to build anymore character Lorallie. I mean. I think we're both pretty characteristic."
"Yeah, digging in the heat is going to make out bitch levels reach boiling point too."
I looked at Mr. Sir. He could tell we were ripping him off. "Good luck" Is all I said. Lorallie and I loved playing mind games with people who couldn't take it. We stood up and walked out with the guard and met up with the counselor. This guy would not shut up! We thought ripping off Mr. Sir was fun, this poor guy isn't going to know what hit him!
"I'm your counselor and I want you to know. I respect you! Now you can call me Ma because that's what I'm known as around here. All the boys have their own nicknames so you will most likely know them by that. Now its dark, and bed time so you wont see anyone just yet. But here's your cabin girls. Now I want you to know, I am always here for you both."
We looked at each other.
"Ohh thanks Ma. We really appreciate it." I said to him in the most caring voice I have.
We both walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which went instantly red.
"Goodnight Ma!"