READ NOTE

This is not a 'Girl gets sent to Camp green lake and falls in love with D-tenter' story.

For one, there won't be a pairing, maybe some sibling/friendship stuff but no love.

For two, she hasn't been sent there to dig, she's doing community service and has to help out.

For three, my character is older than the average age of the boys, while it is accepted, its not what my character would do.

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Melanie shifted her bag higher on her back. The 6am gloom and orange glow from the lamp posts surrounding her in a peculiar light, she wanted to sketch it but knew she wouldn't have time to finish. She'd been told to travel light despite the time she would be away for but she had ignored it anyway. She was a 19 year old girl, traveling light was like traveling with nothing.

The single gym bag showed it was still a lot less than Anna Williams from 12th grade would have. But then again Anna Williams from 12th grade wouldn't have been caught. She also wouldn't have a couple of drawing pads and pencils.

Mel looked up the sky had fluffy clouds smattered across the blue canvas of the sky. She wasn't sure what to expect where she was going.

Where she was going?

To answer that you need to learn about the events that happened two weeks ago.

Flashback

Mel was an artist; she loved the smell of graphite, the feel of paint on her fingers, the weight of a spray can in her hand. Shame the owners of number 15 Skyway Avenue didn't agree. She hadn't even 'graffitied' their house. It was the decrepit shed across the road, by the park, she had decorated. But the occupants saw her and recognised her and she was busted the next day.

"Melanie Brooks I sentence you to 300 hours community service, you'll be given your assignment choices within the next two days," said the judge banging the hammer as conversations started up.

Mel only thought she got that because she looked so lost. She had seen her parents looking at her disgustedly. At least they couldn't say to their neighbours that she was in jail, they'd probably lie anyway and say she was volunteering her time like a good little girl, or Anna Williams.

Two days later she was staring at a list not looking impressed at any of them.

Option 1: Help at a nursery. "Not going to happen" Mel snorted. "I hate kids." She tripped over them too many times when she was daydreaming.

Option 2: Litter picking down the interstate. "Hey'all no!" This idea was dangerous as Mel wasn't the most aware person, she would probably wander in to the road while not paying attention.

Option 3: Helping out at Camp Green Lake juvenile correctional facility. "Better than the rest" Mel muttered. She didn't even have a chance to see what was next or even what the service would entail as her attorney filed her in for it before she had a chance to object.

"I don't want to spend the next hour doing this," the man had snarled at her as he packed away the papers. He was gone before Mel had even bothered to open her mouth.

End Flashback

So here Mel stood, waiting for the bus to take her to her new home for the next month-and-a-bit. She was going to be boarding there so to cut down on the commute. She wasn't allowed to bring any form of transport of her own due to the nature of the place she was going, she would have loved to bring her bike or skateboard.

A dusty yellow bus much like her old regular school bus stopped in front of her, its brakes squeaking slightly drawing Mel back to earth.

"You Brooks?" the driver asked gruffly. Mel nodded and she was motioned to get on. She climbed aboard, almost walking into a few seats as the bus started moving. She fell onto a seat and dumped her bag next to herself. She lost herself looking out the window as the scenery passed her by.

She itched to get out her sketch book and draw but by the time she had seen the perfect scene it, it was gone. That and she hated drawing in a moving vehicle.

Gradually the road turned into a dirt track with no buildings as far as the eye could see. Then the holes started appearing in the ground either side of the track. Mel was about to dismiss the holes as her imagination. It wouldn't be the first time she had seen something that wasn't there.

"See those holes? You'll be seeing a lot more of them where you're going" the driver sniggered. He could see her perplexed look from his mirror and only grinned more.

The holes became more frequent and closer together. In the distance a clump of objects could be seen just below the horizon.

The bus came to a abrupt stop breaking Mel out of her daydream. She hadn't noticed the holes stop and the small group of tents and buildings. Then again she wouldn't have noticed a seven-foot, polka dot elephant unless it trod on her.

"Get off." Mel couldn't help but roll her eyes, what else was she going to do? Stay on the bus until it went home? If she did that she would get stuck at the nursery helping them clean up puke.

"You must be Melanie Books, here for community service," asked a woman as Mel got off dragging her bag. she nodded at the woman who looked her over as if assessing her.

"You'll do," the woman sneered. Mel almost snorted but then remembered being sent back meant babysitting kids if she didn't behave.

"I am the Warden here. You may call me Miss Walker. You'll have a number of jobs here and there are rules to follow. Rule one: I don't want to hear complaining, if someone hassles you then you can deal with it. Rule two: no fraternizing with the boys." Mel did snort gaining a funny look from the woman.

"Dude, I'm nineteen." She was ignored as the warden continued.

"Your jobs will be as follows, get up at 4am to start getting the breakfast ready, you will do two of the five water runs. I assume you have your license." Mel nodded. "Good, at five you start organising supper, you only have to make sure the boys are doing things right. I reserve the right to add the odd job here and there. If you miss any one of these jobs a hole will be added to then next days list of jobs and the days hours won't count."

"A hole?" Mel figured it would be like one of the ones she had seen but had to ask anyway.

"You did see the holes as you arrived? Five foot deep by five foot diameter, shovel is your measuring stick. Any questions?"

"Where will I be living?" Mel asked, the warden probably was expecting some form of complaint but Mel wasn't going to do that. Not yet anyway. She was lead to a small tent a fair distance from the cabin that had a car outside. Mel assumed it was the warden's cabin and the tent was where she was going to be living. It didn't look too bad.

"Any other questions?" The warden's voice was patronizing at best. Mel shook her head and waited until the warden had gone into her cabin. Mel slung her bag into the open flap of her home for the next period of time.

She was planning to make herself scarce. She took out her drawing pad and a pencil with the intent of going for a walk and doing some drawings. Peering out of her tent she noticed a few boys in orange jumpsuits milling around, she decided to wait until some girls turned up.

She really should have read the briefing she had been told to read. Then she might have known it was a boys camp.

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Don't expect regular updates. I will write for this when the insparation hits me, hopefully the insparation will not hit me with a pole.