It was stifling hot. The seven girls in the bus didn't seem to mind.
One redheaded girl had a steel pin, and she was going around unlocking the girls' handcuffs. One blonde was listening to her Walkman, humming the words.
A dark haired girl was smiling angelically and murmuring to her twin beside her, who was poring over books and what looked like a mini-PC, which fit perfectly into her palm.
A tall, willowy black-haired girl, along with a chestnut brunette and a sandy blonde girl were chatting enthusiastically in the back of the bus.
If you took away their handcuffs, it would have looked like seven, normal girls going to a normal camp.
But they weren't normal girls going to a normal camp.
These girls were convicted criminals, though not all necessarily guilty of the crime they supposedly committed. They had gone to Camp Palm Tree, smack dab in the middle of a large lake of murky, disgusting, polluted water on a pitiful, small island. It used to be full of palm trees, but most of them had been cut down and the rest destroyed by a forest fire, save one or two scrawny little palm trees. Which were soon blown away by a windstorm. The island was very boggy and marshy, full of quicksand, and other swamp creatures that wouldn't hesitate to eat you.
Only girls were sent there. The girls had slightly more privileges than the boys at Camp Green Lake, but they had stricter adults.
However, the adults at Camp Palm Tree couldn't control the seven girls who are now in the bus, so they were sent to Camp Green Lake.
Naturally, the girls didn't even expect Camp Green Lake to have a lake, as Camp Palm Tree didn't have a single palm tree.
The girls also knew that there were boys there (from expertly eavesdropping). The girls knew that boys could either be nice or mean or in between, and most of the girls there had bad experiences with boys. The girls, as usual, would watch each other's back.
The bus jolted across one last bump before stopping.
The driver opened the creaking doors, and the guard stepped out.
The twins stepped out first, handing their handcuffs to the baffled guard who had the key in his hand.
The blonde with the Walkman, still listening to music, tossed her handcuffs carelessly towards the guard.
Next came the tall black-haired girl, with the brunette and the sandy blonde.
Lastly came the redhead who smiled mockingly at the guard as she gave him he handcuffs.
The girls arranged themselves into a line, surveying fearlessly Camp Green Lake.
One redheaded girl had a steel pin, and she was going around unlocking the girls' handcuffs. One blonde was listening to her Walkman, humming the words.
A dark haired girl was smiling angelically and murmuring to her twin beside her, who was poring over books and what looked like a mini-PC, which fit perfectly into her palm.
A tall, willowy black-haired girl, along with a chestnut brunette and a sandy blonde girl were chatting enthusiastically in the back of the bus.
If you took away their handcuffs, it would have looked like seven, normal girls going to a normal camp.
But they weren't normal girls going to a normal camp.
These girls were convicted criminals, though not all necessarily guilty of the crime they supposedly committed. They had gone to Camp Palm Tree, smack dab in the middle of a large lake of murky, disgusting, polluted water on a pitiful, small island. It used to be full of palm trees, but most of them had been cut down and the rest destroyed by a forest fire, save one or two scrawny little palm trees. Which were soon blown away by a windstorm. The island was very boggy and marshy, full of quicksand, and other swamp creatures that wouldn't hesitate to eat you.
Only girls were sent there. The girls had slightly more privileges than the boys at Camp Green Lake, but they had stricter adults.
However, the adults at Camp Palm Tree couldn't control the seven girls who are now in the bus, so they were sent to Camp Green Lake.
Naturally, the girls didn't even expect Camp Green Lake to have a lake, as Camp Palm Tree didn't have a single palm tree.
The girls also knew that there were boys there (from expertly eavesdropping). The girls knew that boys could either be nice or mean or in between, and most of the girls there had bad experiences with boys. The girls, as usual, would watch each other's back.
The bus jolted across one last bump before stopping.
The driver opened the creaking doors, and the guard stepped out.
The twins stepped out first, handing their handcuffs to the baffled guard who had the key in his hand.
The blonde with the Walkman, still listening to music, tossed her handcuffs carelessly towards the guard.
Next came the tall black-haired girl, with the brunette and the sandy blonde.
Lastly came the redhead who smiled mockingly at the guard as she gave him he handcuffs.
The girls arranged themselves into a line, surveying fearlessly Camp Green Lake.