Hey Hey!!! This is another holes ficcy for me!! Be afraid, be very afraid!! Nah, I'm jk!! I know you really all love my stories. *cough cough* Yay I'm watching my favorite movie!! Can you guess what it is?? The Nightmare before Christmas of course!! Best movie in the entire world, ya know. Okay, well I don't own Camp Greenlake or anything else you recognize, but everything you don't recognize I do own. Well, I don't technically own the people cause they're all going to be based on real people but they are my friends not yours so you can't have them, okay?? Okay, on with the story!! Oh yeah, and these people are my friends but I'm going to make them as real as I possibly can so I'm not going to make them seem better or prettier or nicer than they really are, okay?? Kiwi
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A dirty yellow school bus rattled along a long dirt road. The seven girls sitting on that bus were all hot, tired, and sweaty. They had been sitting on that bus for a long, long time. Their butts were numb, their noses sunburned, and their throats aching for something to drink.
Ayla tucked her legs up under her almost non-existent butt. She was beginning to think that her choice of tight flared MUDDs was a bad idea, even if they were filled with holes. She picked up her CD player and stuck her headphones over her head. Her hair was too short to put up, so it was down and she had to stick her headphones over it. She pressed play, and Wakefield blared in her ears.
Emily sat on the seat across from Ayla. She was wearing a plain pair of blue jeans low on her hips, and, like Ayla, was regretting her choice of such hot pants. She was also listening to her CD player, a special mix of her favorite songs before her parents had made her get rid of their song-collection. She sighed and let her head fall back on the seat back.
Stephanie sat in front of her, wearing incredibly short shorts. It kind of made Ayla and Emily laugh, because no doubt her thighs were sticking to the vinyl-covered seats. She didn't have her CD player, because she'd already run out of batteries. Instead she was humming, pretending she was the best singer in the entire world.
Bethany sat across from her. She was also wearing jeans, but they had elastic around the waist because she had no hips or butt to hold them up. Since her wrists were so tiny, she had managed to slip her hands out of the heavy silver handcuffs. She was coloring in a coloring book, almost oblivious to the heat. Her crayons were almost melted.
Kali sat in front of Bethany, wearing mid-thigh length blue jean shorts and a shiny white belt. She was playing a game on her cell phone, which was surprising that she even got service way out there in the middle of wherever they were.
Erin sat across from her, the handcuffs cutting into her pale wrists. She felt like crying. Never had her circumstances seemed so dire as they did now. She shrugged her shoulders in a shudder, and then grimaced.
The last girl, Molly, sat by herself behind Ayla. She kept grinning broadly and babbling, acting like they were on some big adventure that would be amazing.
"We're here," Erin announced, plucking nervously at the fancy and expensive necklace that hung around her pale neck.
"Great!" Molly cheered, sitting on her knees and pressing her face against the dirty glass of the bus windows.
"I can't believe we have to do this," Emily said in dread, also peering out the streaked window.
"It was either this or jail," Bethany snapped. She had a waspish attitude when she was ignited, and the others knew that all too well.
"Come on, get off," The guard snapped, holding his rifle tightly in his hands. He was wearing long pants too, but he was on the shaded part of the bus. He unlocked their handcuffs and they filed off the bus, one by one, with their backpacks.
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The D-tent boys were lined up outside the showers, waiting for their turn, when the bus pulled up in the middle of the camp.
"Fresh meat!" Somebody yelled from the crowd that was milling around.
"Why are we getting new campers?" X-ray mused out loud to his friends. "There aren't any vacancies right now."
"Who knows?" Armpit shrugged his vast shoulders. The doors of the bus swished open and the guard climbed off. The person who followed him, however, caught everybody's attention.
It was a girl. She wasn't beautiful, but she had a slightly cute look about her. She was kind of pale, and had lots of freckles. She had thin almost-black hair that reached past her shoulders and was tied into cute pigtail braids. She was wearing mid-thigh length blue jean shorts and a white belt, a purple t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of black platform flip-flops. Her backpack was tan with black piping, and it had one strap like a purse. She was also carrying a tan purse with a brown leather strap, and it was small and shoulder.
Then, to further everyone's surprise, a second girl got off. This one was incredibly pale and had very rosy cheeks. She had short, thick blonde hair and big watery blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a pretty brown and tan shirt with bell sleeves, and a pair of brown heeled slides with no socks. She was wearing a fancy and expensive looking necklace with matching earrings. Her nails were fake and had a French manicure. Her backpack was on both shoulders. It was royal blue and stuffed to the brim with things. Her purse was also a shoulder purse, but it was all brown leather.
A third girl got off after the blonde. She was very tiny, probably no more than five foot. She was flat-chested, but her legs were very muscular. She wore a pair of flared blue jeans, a pale pink tank top, and a pair of white cheerleading sneakers. Her hair was thick and layered, and it reached halfway down her back. It was dirty blonde with lots of blonde highlights. She was pale with delicate skin, and she looked around apprehensively. Her backpack was hot pink with a stuffed duck poking out the top of it. She didn't have a purse with her.
The fourth girl was taller, and very muscular. She had a slight tan, and thin, greasy blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had a slight acne problem, and she wore way too much makeup. She was wearing incredibly short white jean shorts and a horrendously tight blue tank top that was probably supposed to be sexy. She was wearing worn sneakers that had seen a lot of track, and she was carrying her backpack in one hand. It was purple and frayed, and had a drawstring. Her purse was a shoulder purse, also made of brown leather, with a studded design on the side.
The fifth girl was very tall and leggy, and very curvy. She had somewhat of a tan, and brown hair a little past her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that hugged her curves nicely, and a silky summer shirt that looked like it came from Express. (AN. I love that store!!) She was wearing a pair of black flip-flops and several toe-rings. Her backpack was navy and gray-blue. She was carrying a red and white tote bag-like purse with red straps.
The sixth girl was about 5'3, one of the shorter ones present. She had short, dyed-black hair that was fanned around her face with hot-pink streaks and really bright blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of tight flared jeans that were faded and ripped in tons of places, a black Ruby Gloom tank top, and a pair of black low-tops that had been signed all over in pen. She wore silver hoops in three holes in her left ear, and only one on her right. Her nails were painted red with black polka-dots, like ladybugs. Her backpack was blue and signed all over in silver sharpie. Her purse was big, tan, and crocheted, and covered on every available surface with buttons. (AN. In case you haven't realized, this one is me. I just cut my hair, and I like it a lot!! I don't actually have the pink tips yet, but I'm going to get them as soon as possible!!)
The seventh girl had dark-toned skin and dark hair, which gave her an Indian-like look. She was wearing a floofy orange skirt, a black fitted t-shirt, and a pair of orange low-tops with black laces. She was wearing a lot of beads and bangles, and she had bottle-top earrings in her ears that looked homemade. Her backpack was dark maroon. Her purse was blue with a white strap, and she had two or three things pinned to it.
Everyone waited, but no more girls got off the bus.
"Come on, follow me," The guard told them. He grabbed the little blonde one around the upper arm. She just looked at him, then started to scream shrilly. All those who hadn't been staring were definitely staring now.
"Let go of her!" The greasy-haired blonde snapped, trying to wrench her tiny friend loose. The guard looked around in surprise, then released his hold on her arm.
"Just follow me." He grumbled, leading the way into a cabin.
A man was sitting behind a desk, wearing a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, gnawing away on a handful of sunflower seeds.
"Sit down." He mumbled, taking the clipboard from the guard, who looked grateful.
Since there were only two chairs placed before the desk, there was an immediately discarding of backpacks and scrambling for seats. Those that didn't manage to get a chair sat on top of those that did.
"All right, I'm going to read your names off this list and I want you to tell me which one of you is which." The man said, spitting out some sunflower shells. "Bethany Reagan Brinkly," (AN. I'm only using their first name for real, for obvious reasons)
The petite girl in pink whimpered, her stuffed duck held tightly to her chest.
"Erin Eden Hillin,"
"Yes sir," The blue-eyed blonde said politely, plucking at her necklace still.
"Emily Carise (AN. Ka-reese) Hudson,"
The tall leggy girl raised her hand without saying anything. She was eating a caramel-filled Hershey kiss that was already half-melted.
"Kali Libby Jordan,"
The freckled dark-haired girl giggled profusely. "Here!"
"Molly Megan Thomas,"
"Awww yeah!" The Indian-looking girl pumped her fist up into the air gleefully. The others just stared at her.
"Stephanie Alissa Thomas,"
The busty blonde pretended to be cute and innocent. "Here," She smiled.
"And Ayla Melanie Wilson." He finished up his list.
The black-haired girl didn't even bother to answer him. She just chewed on one of the pink streaks, staring at him blankly.
"I am Mr. Sir." He continued, not noting their bored stares.
Stephanie burst into laughter, and Molly and Kali soon joined her. The others even offered small smiles of amusement.
"Think my name is funny, do ya?" Mr. Sir snarled menacingly.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact we do." Molly answered honestly. She'd never had a problem with speaking her mind.
Mr. Sir glared at them all. "Your job is to dig a hole every single day until you are released. The hole will be five feet deep and five feet in diameter. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." Bethany replied shrilly. "You will get two sets of clothes. One will be for work, and one will be for relaxation. Every three days your work clothes will be washed and your recreation clothes will become your work clothes." Mr. Sir continued with his explanation.
"Gross!" Emily whispered loud enough for them all to hear.
"You will be in G-tent because there is no room anywhere else and the Warden thought it would be highly inappropriate to put girls in a guys tent." (AN. Take that all you putgirlsinguystents-ers!! Myself included………lol) Mr. Sir said. "You will have the same counselor as D-tent, because we don't have any counselors to spare."
"Girls, you may have done some bad things in your lives, but that does not make you bad people!" Pendanski declared, bursting through the door. Mr. Sir rolled his eyes heavenward. "I respect you."
"Hey! We didn't do anything bad!" Bethany protested furious, changing almost instantaneously from her sweet, frightened state to her furious werewolf state. "It's all Molly and Ayla's fault!"
"Shut up!" Ayla snapped. (AN. Me and Bethany fought a TON when we were younger. We don't really do it anymore………)
"You!" Stephanie came to Bethany's aid.
"Bitch." Molly muttered under her breath, kicking Stephanie's shin unobtrusively. She'd never been terribly fond of Stephanie.
"Everybody just shut up!" Erin yelled loudly, taking control as usual. Everyone fell silent, sullenly glaring at one another. It had been a long, tiring day.
"Well," Pendanski said finally. They stopped their sulking and glared at him. "I guess I'll show you to your tent now. Your clothes, canteens, and shower tokens are waiting for you there."
"We have to sleep in a tent?" Ayla demanded with narrowed eyes. "In heat like this? You've got to be kidding me."
"Just because you are young ladies does not mean that the rules will be changed for you." Pendanski told them as he led them out of the cabin. "You still did bad stuff to get sent here and that's why you're being punished."
"Why are there only boys?" Kali whispered, loud enough for only her friends to hear.
"I think we're the only girls here at this camp." Ayla said, her bright blue eyes lighting up mischievously. "That means that even Stephanie can snag a boyfriend."
Stephanie stuck her tongue out at Ayla.
"There's the mess-hall, the rec-room, and the showers," Pendanski obliviously continued with his tour of the camp.
"Woah, back up there," Molly held up her hand and pointed to the showers, where there was still a line of boys only half-dressed. "We have to shower in that?" Molly wasn't the most modest person in the world, but even she found that completely inappropriate.
"Yes. There's only one knob because there's only one temperature: cold." Pendanski said cheerfully. He didn't seem to get it.
"Do you want us to get raped?" Stephanie demanded furiously. She wasn't really that modest either, but she cared as well. The others nodded their agreement; an open-air shower like that didn't look too promising when they were the only girls around for a hundred miles.
"Oh, the boys know better than that," Pendanski replied confidently, taking a lot of steps because his legs were so short. The girls weren't so sure. "Ah, here's your tent. Get settled. The whistle will sound when it's time for dinner. You can sit with my other group, D-tent. They can show you around and tell you how things work around here."
He waited as though they would say something, but nobody did, so he shrugged and left them.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the seven girls ascended the creaky wooden steps and went into the tent. It looked freshly erected, as though it hadn't been there before. It had a wooden floor, with roof and sides made of green canvas. There were seven new cots with sheets and pillows, and a stack of seven crates for them to store their belongings in. Two sets of ugly orange jumpsuits, a canteen, and a bunch of little silver coins waiting expectantly on the end of each bed.
They all looked at each other, then sighed heavily.
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Mwuhahahaha!! Didja like? I hope u did. I've been wanting to write a story w/ me and my friends in it for a while, but I wasn't sure quite how to go about doing it. I'm going to go to the movies and the mall with Erin and Kali and Emily tomorrow, and I think I'm going to spend the night at Kali's house. YAY!! Fun stuff!! KK, review for me cause I know u love me!! *I hope* kiwi kisses
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A dirty yellow school bus rattled along a long dirt road. The seven girls sitting on that bus were all hot, tired, and sweaty. They had been sitting on that bus for a long, long time. Their butts were numb, their noses sunburned, and their throats aching for something to drink.
Ayla tucked her legs up under her almost non-existent butt. She was beginning to think that her choice of tight flared MUDDs was a bad idea, even if they were filled with holes. She picked up her CD player and stuck her headphones over her head. Her hair was too short to put up, so it was down and she had to stick her headphones over it. She pressed play, and Wakefield blared in her ears.
Emily sat on the seat across from Ayla. She was wearing a plain pair of blue jeans low on her hips, and, like Ayla, was regretting her choice of such hot pants. She was also listening to her CD player, a special mix of her favorite songs before her parents had made her get rid of their song-collection. She sighed and let her head fall back on the seat back.
Stephanie sat in front of her, wearing incredibly short shorts. It kind of made Ayla and Emily laugh, because no doubt her thighs were sticking to the vinyl-covered seats. She didn't have her CD player, because she'd already run out of batteries. Instead she was humming, pretending she was the best singer in the entire world.
Bethany sat across from her. She was also wearing jeans, but they had elastic around the waist because she had no hips or butt to hold them up. Since her wrists were so tiny, she had managed to slip her hands out of the heavy silver handcuffs. She was coloring in a coloring book, almost oblivious to the heat. Her crayons were almost melted.
Kali sat in front of Bethany, wearing mid-thigh length blue jean shorts and a shiny white belt. She was playing a game on her cell phone, which was surprising that she even got service way out there in the middle of wherever they were.
Erin sat across from her, the handcuffs cutting into her pale wrists. She felt like crying. Never had her circumstances seemed so dire as they did now. She shrugged her shoulders in a shudder, and then grimaced.
The last girl, Molly, sat by herself behind Ayla. She kept grinning broadly and babbling, acting like they were on some big adventure that would be amazing.
"We're here," Erin announced, plucking nervously at the fancy and expensive necklace that hung around her pale neck.
"Great!" Molly cheered, sitting on her knees and pressing her face against the dirty glass of the bus windows.
"I can't believe we have to do this," Emily said in dread, also peering out the streaked window.
"It was either this or jail," Bethany snapped. She had a waspish attitude when she was ignited, and the others knew that all too well.
"Come on, get off," The guard snapped, holding his rifle tightly in his hands. He was wearing long pants too, but he was on the shaded part of the bus. He unlocked their handcuffs and they filed off the bus, one by one, with their backpacks.
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The D-tent boys were lined up outside the showers, waiting for their turn, when the bus pulled up in the middle of the camp.
"Fresh meat!" Somebody yelled from the crowd that was milling around.
"Why are we getting new campers?" X-ray mused out loud to his friends. "There aren't any vacancies right now."
"Who knows?" Armpit shrugged his vast shoulders. The doors of the bus swished open and the guard climbed off. The person who followed him, however, caught everybody's attention.
It was a girl. She wasn't beautiful, but she had a slightly cute look about her. She was kind of pale, and had lots of freckles. She had thin almost-black hair that reached past her shoulders and was tied into cute pigtail braids. She was wearing mid-thigh length blue jean shorts and a white belt, a purple t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of black platform flip-flops. Her backpack was tan with black piping, and it had one strap like a purse. She was also carrying a tan purse with a brown leather strap, and it was small and shoulder.
Then, to further everyone's surprise, a second girl got off. This one was incredibly pale and had very rosy cheeks. She had short, thick blonde hair and big watery blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a pretty brown and tan shirt with bell sleeves, and a pair of brown heeled slides with no socks. She was wearing a fancy and expensive looking necklace with matching earrings. Her nails were fake and had a French manicure. Her backpack was on both shoulders. It was royal blue and stuffed to the brim with things. Her purse was also a shoulder purse, but it was all brown leather.
A third girl got off after the blonde. She was very tiny, probably no more than five foot. She was flat-chested, but her legs were very muscular. She wore a pair of flared blue jeans, a pale pink tank top, and a pair of white cheerleading sneakers. Her hair was thick and layered, and it reached halfway down her back. It was dirty blonde with lots of blonde highlights. She was pale with delicate skin, and she looked around apprehensively. Her backpack was hot pink with a stuffed duck poking out the top of it. She didn't have a purse with her.
The fourth girl was taller, and very muscular. She had a slight tan, and thin, greasy blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had a slight acne problem, and she wore way too much makeup. She was wearing incredibly short white jean shorts and a horrendously tight blue tank top that was probably supposed to be sexy. She was wearing worn sneakers that had seen a lot of track, and she was carrying her backpack in one hand. It was purple and frayed, and had a drawstring. Her purse was a shoulder purse, also made of brown leather, with a studded design on the side.
The fifth girl was very tall and leggy, and very curvy. She had somewhat of a tan, and brown hair a little past her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that hugged her curves nicely, and a silky summer shirt that looked like it came from Express. (AN. I love that store!!) She was wearing a pair of black flip-flops and several toe-rings. Her backpack was navy and gray-blue. She was carrying a red and white tote bag-like purse with red straps.
The sixth girl was about 5'3, one of the shorter ones present. She had short, dyed-black hair that was fanned around her face with hot-pink streaks and really bright blue eyes. She was wearing a pair of tight flared jeans that were faded and ripped in tons of places, a black Ruby Gloom tank top, and a pair of black low-tops that had been signed all over in pen. She wore silver hoops in three holes in her left ear, and only one on her right. Her nails were painted red with black polka-dots, like ladybugs. Her backpack was blue and signed all over in silver sharpie. Her purse was big, tan, and crocheted, and covered on every available surface with buttons. (AN. In case you haven't realized, this one is me. I just cut my hair, and I like it a lot!! I don't actually have the pink tips yet, but I'm going to get them as soon as possible!!)
The seventh girl had dark-toned skin and dark hair, which gave her an Indian-like look. She was wearing a floofy orange skirt, a black fitted t-shirt, and a pair of orange low-tops with black laces. She was wearing a lot of beads and bangles, and she had bottle-top earrings in her ears that looked homemade. Her backpack was dark maroon. Her purse was blue with a white strap, and she had two or three things pinned to it.
Everyone waited, but no more girls got off the bus.
"Come on, follow me," The guard told them. He grabbed the little blonde one around the upper arm. She just looked at him, then started to scream shrilly. All those who hadn't been staring were definitely staring now.
"Let go of her!" The greasy-haired blonde snapped, trying to wrench her tiny friend loose. The guard looked around in surprise, then released his hold on her arm.
"Just follow me." He grumbled, leading the way into a cabin.
A man was sitting behind a desk, wearing a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, gnawing away on a handful of sunflower seeds.
"Sit down." He mumbled, taking the clipboard from the guard, who looked grateful.
Since there were only two chairs placed before the desk, there was an immediately discarding of backpacks and scrambling for seats. Those that didn't manage to get a chair sat on top of those that did.
"All right, I'm going to read your names off this list and I want you to tell me which one of you is which." The man said, spitting out some sunflower shells. "Bethany Reagan Brinkly," (AN. I'm only using their first name for real, for obvious reasons)
The petite girl in pink whimpered, her stuffed duck held tightly to her chest.
"Erin Eden Hillin,"
"Yes sir," The blue-eyed blonde said politely, plucking at her necklace still.
"Emily Carise (AN. Ka-reese) Hudson,"
The tall leggy girl raised her hand without saying anything. She was eating a caramel-filled Hershey kiss that was already half-melted.
"Kali Libby Jordan,"
The freckled dark-haired girl giggled profusely. "Here!"
"Molly Megan Thomas,"
"Awww yeah!" The Indian-looking girl pumped her fist up into the air gleefully. The others just stared at her.
"Stephanie Alissa Thomas,"
The busty blonde pretended to be cute and innocent. "Here," She smiled.
"And Ayla Melanie Wilson." He finished up his list.
The black-haired girl didn't even bother to answer him. She just chewed on one of the pink streaks, staring at him blankly.
"I am Mr. Sir." He continued, not noting their bored stares.
Stephanie burst into laughter, and Molly and Kali soon joined her. The others even offered small smiles of amusement.
"Think my name is funny, do ya?" Mr. Sir snarled menacingly.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact we do." Molly answered honestly. She'd never had a problem with speaking her mind.
Mr. Sir glared at them all. "Your job is to dig a hole every single day until you are released. The hole will be five feet deep and five feet in diameter. Do I make myself clear?"
"Crystal." Bethany replied shrilly. "You will get two sets of clothes. One will be for work, and one will be for relaxation. Every three days your work clothes will be washed and your recreation clothes will become your work clothes." Mr. Sir continued with his explanation.
"Gross!" Emily whispered loud enough for them all to hear.
"You will be in G-tent because there is no room anywhere else and the Warden thought it would be highly inappropriate to put girls in a guys tent." (AN. Take that all you putgirlsinguystents-ers!! Myself included………lol) Mr. Sir said. "You will have the same counselor as D-tent, because we don't have any counselors to spare."
"Girls, you may have done some bad things in your lives, but that does not make you bad people!" Pendanski declared, bursting through the door. Mr. Sir rolled his eyes heavenward. "I respect you."
"Hey! We didn't do anything bad!" Bethany protested furious, changing almost instantaneously from her sweet, frightened state to her furious werewolf state. "It's all Molly and Ayla's fault!"
"Shut up!" Ayla snapped. (AN. Me and Bethany fought a TON when we were younger. We don't really do it anymore………)
"You!" Stephanie came to Bethany's aid.
"Bitch." Molly muttered under her breath, kicking Stephanie's shin unobtrusively. She'd never been terribly fond of Stephanie.
"Everybody just shut up!" Erin yelled loudly, taking control as usual. Everyone fell silent, sullenly glaring at one another. It had been a long, tiring day.
"Well," Pendanski said finally. They stopped their sulking and glared at him. "I guess I'll show you to your tent now. Your clothes, canteens, and shower tokens are waiting for you there."
"We have to sleep in a tent?" Ayla demanded with narrowed eyes. "In heat like this? You've got to be kidding me."
"Just because you are young ladies does not mean that the rules will be changed for you." Pendanski told them as he led them out of the cabin. "You still did bad stuff to get sent here and that's why you're being punished."
"Why are there only boys?" Kali whispered, loud enough for only her friends to hear.
"I think we're the only girls here at this camp." Ayla said, her bright blue eyes lighting up mischievously. "That means that even Stephanie can snag a boyfriend."
Stephanie stuck her tongue out at Ayla.
"There's the mess-hall, the rec-room, and the showers," Pendanski obliviously continued with his tour of the camp.
"Woah, back up there," Molly held up her hand and pointed to the showers, where there was still a line of boys only half-dressed. "We have to shower in that?" Molly wasn't the most modest person in the world, but even she found that completely inappropriate.
"Yes. There's only one knob because there's only one temperature: cold." Pendanski said cheerfully. He didn't seem to get it.
"Do you want us to get raped?" Stephanie demanded furiously. She wasn't really that modest either, but she cared as well. The others nodded their agreement; an open-air shower like that didn't look too promising when they were the only girls around for a hundred miles.
"Oh, the boys know better than that," Pendanski replied confidently, taking a lot of steps because his legs were so short. The girls weren't so sure. "Ah, here's your tent. Get settled. The whistle will sound when it's time for dinner. You can sit with my other group, D-tent. They can show you around and tell you how things work around here."
He waited as though they would say something, but nobody did, so he shrugged and left them.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the seven girls ascended the creaky wooden steps and went into the tent. It looked freshly erected, as though it hadn't been there before. It had a wooden floor, with roof and sides made of green canvas. There were seven new cots with sheets and pillows, and a stack of seven crates for them to store their belongings in. Two sets of ugly orange jumpsuits, a canteen, and a bunch of little silver coins waiting expectantly on the end of each bed.
They all looked at each other, then sighed heavily.
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Mwuhahahaha!! Didja like? I hope u did. I've been wanting to write a story w/ me and my friends in it for a while, but I wasn't sure quite how to go about doing it. I'm going to go to the movies and the mall with Erin and Kali and Emily tomorrow, and I think I'm going to spend the night at Kali's house. YAY!! Fun stuff!! KK, review for me cause I know u love me!! *I hope* kiwi kisses