The bus rattled against the dusty, dried up "road" as we pulled up to the camp. I looked around and chuckled "Some Lake." I muttered at the desert. The cop led me into the camp office where a man chewing sunflower seeds was sitting behind a crappy old desk.
"Hello Alan," he says. The sound of my real name startles me. I'm used to being called Squid by my peers or dumbass by my mom. "My name is Mister Sir and I am a counselor here at Camp Green Lake. Come on." He grunts and leads me to a tent lined with shelves of orange jumpsuits, socks, white shirts, and underwear.
"You have two outfits, one is for work the other is for relaxation when you wash your work clothes your relaxation clothes become your work clothes understand?"
"Yeah," I mutter and follow him outside having changed into one set of clothes.
"You see any guard towers or electric fences? No, because we have the only water here for a hundred miles. You run them buzzards pick ya clean by the end of the third day." He chuckles and walks away, and another smaller man approaches me.
"Hello Alan, I just want you to know that you may have done some bad things but that does not make you a bad person." He says obviously reading from his notepad. "I'm Dr. Pendanski, one of the counselors here. Remember that when you dig to use your shovel as a measuring stick five by five. Come along." He leads me to the front of a larger tent.
"Before you go in, I need to tell you that if you find anything interesting while digging then bring it to me or Mr. Sir. If the warden likes what you find, then you get off. Remember not to piss off the warden because it may be the last thing you do. Anyways you will be staying in D tent. Come on, let's meet your new friends." Together we walk into the tent.