Yes I should be doing coursework, no I haven't nearly finished it, yes I am procrastinating.

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"Brooks. My car could do with a wash," called the Warden stopping outside Mel's tent. She hadn't ventured out yet as she hadn't seen any girls to hang out with.

"Why aren't there any girls around? Are they just slow diggers?" asked the teen from the tent. She heard laughter and peered out of the tent to see the Warden laughing at her.

"Girls? This is a boys juvenile correction facility." Mel froze, her eyes wide and jaw bouncing on the ground.

"You are kidding me," Mel said when she finally snapped back into reality. There was no way this could be happening.

"I don't joke." All the mirth had disappeared from the Warden's face. "The car isn't going to wash itself," she reminded causing Mel to snap back to reality again.

"I'm stuck here for over a month… at an all boys camp… I'm screwed" Mel didn't notice the irony of her the last part. She got out of the tent and almost imminently walked back in and took of her hoodie. How she had missed the heat was beyond her. She was just glad that she didn't have anything white or washing a car would be very embarrassing.

"Today Brooks!" the Warden called reminding her that she was here for a reason. She walked out trying to seem as confident as possible. She was not going to let the fact she was the only girl here, other than the Warden, get to her.

There was a bucket of water by the car waiting with a sponge. The Warden wasn't about to let her waste water with a hose.

She picked up a sponge from the bucket and began. It wasn't too hard, she had washed her parents cars before for a bit of extra cash. Come to think of it, she had used most of that money for new spray paint cans which had gotten her into trouble in the first place.

She was almost finished when she heard the comments, looking back to the main area of the camp she saw she had an audience.

"Who's the chick?" one of the orange clad boys whispered to another.

"Maybe someone actually read the suggestions in the box." Mel could tell that the comments hadn't only just started, she just hadn't noticed. She really had a problem with that.

"I haven't seen a girl since I was put here." Mel could hear the lust and only wished she had brought some pepper spray with her. Unfortunately they hadn't let her bring any sort of aerosol cans. The only item that she had brought with her on the sly was her music player with a solar powered charger. She had put it in with her toiletries so it wasn't checked.

"That's one fine ass." Maybe pepper spray wouldn't cut it… taser? Mel tossed the sponge back into the bucket trying to ignore the comments as she had found so easy before. There seemed to be an invisible barrier between her and the group but she realised it was only because she was so close to the Wardens cabin.

"Hey babe, how about you visit my cot tonight?" How about an army of flying cats, they had sharp claws? Mel was lost in her thoughts of how to get them to leave her alone. She had finished washing the car so planed to just to hide in her tent until she had something else on her chores list.

A quick look at her watch showed it was half-three, she had some time to herself. She looked at the drawing pad she had discarded earlier and picked it up idly flipping through the existing sketches. She turned to a blank page and picked out a pencil and let her hand roam a drawing taking form from memory.

Her watch beeping broke her from the drawing, it was a picture of the old shed she had decorated, she was proud of the work she had done to it. Looking at her watch she saw it was five o'clock already. She left the tent to go and start supper, she really didn't fancy meeting guys on the way but it was going to happen. Before she got far she walked back and trapped a few hairs in the door flap, she wanted to know if any one was going to invade her privacy.

She ignored the cat calls as she walked to the mess hall, she had seen it when the Warden had taken her to her tent. It was pretty self explanatory what it was.

"Hey look the chick's here" Mel rolled her eyes at the obviousness. She knew she couldn't show any weakness, first impressions were important.

"Look here, I'm here to supervise you make the food, nothing else and if you think I would even touch you lot then you have been spending to much time in the sun" Mel groaned as the boys laughed at her but started to prepare the food anyway. She at least knew why the Warden had told her to solve her own problems.

"Don't even think about it" Mel warned, as one of the boys was about to spit in the cooking pot.

"But its tradition" protested one of them.

"Not while I'm here, and if per chance you want me gone then you can do my hours for me" Mel suggested, she half hoped they would take her up on the offer so she could go home earlier, but the was no such luck as the boys went back to stirring the pots.

She moved back over to the chopping board and began slicing some onions. The only reason they were having onions was that she was allowed to use the knife. It was better than the dehydrated stuff she had seen it looked ancient.

Her eyes stunk a bit as she chopped but she knew it was either that or the food would taste like month old pre-chewed dog food. She remembered smelling the stuff when her parents had gone through a dog phase. She never did get on with that mutt. The fact it had peed on her bed and her parents had blamed her didn't improve her feelings for it.

"Whatcha here for then girl?" asked one of the guys raking up the courage to face her.

"Castrated a guy with a blunt spoon" Mel lied, she didn't even attempt to hide the sarcasm in her voice. If they were stupid enough to believe her it was their problem. She noticed the sly exchange of what looked like bronze disks about the size of a coin. They must have bet on her reason.

"What's you name?"

"This ain't twenty questions, you're supposed to be doing work," Mel returned glaring at them, this was staring to bug her. At least she could look intimidating, being tall for her age gave her a small advantage of towering over them by a few inches.

This wasn't all good though. It left most of the guys line of sight at her chest level. She was aware of the boys sniggering at her as she continued to chop. There were quite a few onions to chop. She tried her best to make each chop ominous, just to creep them out a bit. It was like art, or drama which was kind of art…

"Hey chick, you almost done?" Mel's eye twitched, she strongly disliked being called a chick.

"Almost. Can you pass me a blunt spoon?" She almost got given one before they remembered what she said earlier.

"You're a weird chick." Mel didn't say anything to that, she tipped the onions into the larger pot and set the chopping board down sharply. She held up the knife menacingly when a hand went to take some of the onion, she looked frightening in with the gleam in her eye. She brought the knife forward as if to cut one of them stopping millimetres from the skin. The movement was very precise as if it was one of her pencil lines on a technical drawing.

"Screw weird, you're a crazy chick!" Mel smirked at that, hopefully the story would spread and they would fear her and leave her alone. She put the knife away, it was well protected so the boys wouldn't get to it.

An annoying sound pierced the air and the boys in the kitchen moved the pans to the serving area. Mel watched as people began to get in line as the unappealing slop was dumped on trays. The smell made her gag as the scents mingled, slop a la sweaty boys. Nice. Mel shuddered in disgust, the slop oozed on each plate.

"You alright chick? You look kind of green," asked one of the kids in the line. Mel glared at him until he moved along. Maybe if she refused to socialise with them they would leave her alone. Even if she had to lie and threaten, she wanted to be gone the second she finished her hours.

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Once again I remind you I will update when I have the insparation (and don't have coursework)

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