Sorry about the long wait! I decided to discontinue this but I was on the bus this morning and was like "how annoying is it when people don't update" and then I realized that I was one of those people.
but here is a long one for the horrendous wait I made you endure. Sorry if the beginning is a little boring.
"And then she shooed us out of the cabin. I have to dig two holes every day and serve food with the rest of you guys for an entire month." I finished my story to Barbara.
"Did anyone wonder why I wasn't with you?" Barb asked and Bleach shook her head.
"Mr. Sir mentioned it once but I think they just thought you were still out of it." Bleach explained. She looked over at the deep scratches in my shoulders. They still hurt like a bitch. "But we need to bandage that or something, it could get infected."
I shrugged and Hustler grabbed a pillow off of someone's cot - we were in A-tent - and ripped it until a large chunk was missing from the pillow case. She dug through our mattress until she found our stashed duct tape and held the fabric to my wounds before taping it on.
Blood and pus soaked through the fabric but I didn't really care. It was better than letting my wound get infected.
"Did anyone else notice the huge ass bag of sunflower seeds in Mr. Sirs office?" Emily asked as she started flipping through the stack of camper files. It was sorted by which campers were in which tent.
"I heard he quit smoking." Hutsler muttered as she smirked at a file of someone from her tent. "Chewing sunflower seeds is supposed to help?"
I pulled out a paper labeled SMITH, Alan and flipped it open. Inside was a picture of Squid. I started reading the file. Apparently, he was born only a few months before me; he was born on February 8th while my birthday is on the 29th of May. Speaking of which, my birthday should be coming up soon.
Squid got in for break and entry (on February 6th) and was sentenced to Camp Green Lake on the 8th.
"Aw, Squid got sent here on his birthday." I said out loud and Barbara snorted.
"No wonder he's grumpy all the time." she snorted and kept on reading. She must have read something hilarious because she let her head back and let out a loud laugh that filled the tent.
"Skittles, this kid in my tent, got here for public urination!" she howled and we all joined in.
I have met Skittles before, he's a right prick. He used to have bleached hair but used a bunch of food colouring in the kitchen to dye it rainbow. Needless to say, Mr. Sir got rid of the food colouring after that.
I placed Squids file off to the side after it got to all the boring stuff, like where he was born and who his parents were. It also gave their street address and I couldn't help but notice that his fathers address was blank. Meaning that they didn't know where he was.
I picked up Barfbags stapled sheets of paper. While Emily, Hustler, Bleach and I were having our friendly visit with the warden, Barb was nice enough to staple the papers together so they were more file-like and we didn't have to sort through a million papers.
'Lewis Spring AKA Barfbag' I read and glanced at the picture. His mug shot was awful, his hair was greasy and he had a swollen lip and bruised eye. I'm pretty sure my mug shot wasn't much better so who am I to judge?
Barfbag was sent in for drunk driving. The idiot. I don't drink, I made an oath when I was about 14 to be completely sober after seeing a drunk driver crash into a tree. He died on impact, but the worst part was his girlfriend who was paralyzed from the neck down.
That is why I don't drink.
I read a few more State Files. They all told me how old the campers were and what they did to be sent here. Some of them were funny, like Zigzag who set fire to a science lab, and some of them were stupid.
Example A: X-Ray who sold a mixture of herbs as pot and got caught. But then again, most of the shit X-Ray did was stupid so I don't really blame him.
The files also gave me an insight in on D-tents family life if I looked close enough. Like with Squid, I found out that his father either left him or was homeless. Or a criminal. With people like Magnet, who's mother was labeled as deceased, it didn't take a genius to figure out where she was.
I think I wish that we didn't steal these State Files the second I reached mine. The first thing I saw was the most horrific mug shot ever. And I really mean ever.
My ginger hair was unruly and my freckles looked blotchy on my face. I had been wearing a bit of mascara that day and it had smudged under my eyes so it looked like I had huge bags.
My blue eyes were so full of hatred that I looked like I was about to slaughter a kitten and my lips curled up into a snarl. Damn, I look evil. The picture behind that was my dentals which after many hours of studying them on the mirror, I knew them off by heart.
"Ew, I am so done with these!" Hustler spat as showed us her picture. She honestly looked awful. That's saying something when she's the prettiest girl I know. She didn't even look ugly, she just look... Exhausted. Like she was finished with the world and needed a fresh start.
Maybe Camp Green Lake was her fresh start?
"We should probably get around to making dinner anyway, the boys will be in soon." Emily said.
As if on cue, seven boys slugged into the room. I recognized four of them as Flare, Beast, Firecracker and Rash but the other three I had never met. Casually, we all folded up the piles of paper and slid them under our bodies so we wouldn't gather attention.
"What are you girls doing in here?" One of the boys with freckles, shaggy brown hair and green eyes asked Hustler. I admit he was cute and the way he winked at my friend was a sure sign he was interested.
"Well, this is my tent now, remember?" Hustlers blue eyes brightened and she smiled widely. "Maybe we are just getting used to our surroundings."
Rash snorted, "how could we forget after the show you put on for us this morning? I can't believe you were stupid enough to try something like straightening your hair with a car battery."
"I thought they used one of those hair clamp things." Flare put in and everyone stared at him for a moment in that 'are you serious look.'
"Never mind." Bleach rolled her eyes and leaned back on the cot to start examining her nails. "Idiot..."
"We thought you were going to die." Firecracker smirked, "Lily it looked like you were just learning how to breathe back there!"
I blushed a deep red as the hot brunette boy continued, "No kidding! Armpit literally had to carry you to the tent because of lack of oxygen or something like that. I got to say, D-tent is protective when they aren't busy screaming at you."
"Lily just brings out the best in people." Emily added cheerfully.
"What happened to your shoulders?"
Everyone turned to see a small boy with a buzz-cut and stretchers staring at my blood soaked bandages. You could see the long, ragged lines through the old pillow case bandage.
"She fell." Barbara answered. Wow, thanks girl! You really made up the best, most convincing lie ever! They'll totally believe you!
Note the sarcasm.
"Whatever, we're all heading to the Wreck Room." Rash muttered, "You coming, Hus?"
Hustler shook her head, "Lily, Em, Bleach and I are on kitchen duty."
The hot guy winked again and I could practically see the butterfly's erupting in Hustlers stomach. "Catch you later, babe."
The second all the boys left, G-tent (save for Bleach who was still looking at her nails) turned to Hustler.
"Catch you later, babe?" Emily mimicked in a high pitched voice and we all burst out laughing.
It was true that the whole 'Hustler wants to pounce hottie like a mountain lion' thing was funny and would be the reason of shit loads of inside jokes, I couldn't help but feel slightly jealous.
I wanted that.
"I am not joking, everything is literally in a can!" Hustler scowled as she held out a can of diced tomatoes and beans. I took them from her and looked passed to see that she was telling the truth. The only food at CGL was canned, other than the spices, bread and beverages.
"We'll work with it." Em shrugged and pulled out a large pot and a can opener. "We should totally make them some pot brownies."
"Tell me where to find some pot and brownies and then we'll make your pot brownies. But for now, we are making stew." Bleach scoffed and Emily pouted. I want some weed ,too, Em. I want some, too.
"Skittles has Glaucoma." Barbara blurted out as she sat on a pile of cushions at the back. I raised my eyebrow at her, "he gets medical marijuana."
All four other girls turned to glare at Barb, I was the first to speak. "You're telling us, that all this time, we could have been high out of our minds?"
Barbara nodded her head slowly, "I actually never thought of stealing it before you mentioned it."
"We are such great people, stealing weed from the ill." Hustler laughed.
"It's the digging. This is the character it's building." Emily added as she opened two cans of diced tomatoes and dumped them in the pot. I was busy cooking some beef - the only meat they had in the freezer - to add to our meal later.
We grew quiet after that, I cooked the beef, Bleach opened cans and Em was mixing the stew. Hustler was looking for something that wasn't necessarily canned or moulded.
"I found some pasta that we could make tomorrow but- wait!" Hustler froze and dropped the box of noodles on the ground as she whipped around to face Barbara who was humming to herself. "What song is that?"
"Uh, I don't know. I heard it on the radio before I came here." Barb shrugged. "What makes me beautifully-"
"Oh my gosh!" Emily screamed and started jumping around with Hustler. "One Direction!"
"What?" Bleach glanced at me. She clearly didn't know who they were - or like me, just wasn't obsessed with them. They were hot and their music was catchy but I didn't have the One Direction Infection as some called it.
Or as the boys at my high school called it: One Direction, Sexually Transmitted Infection.
"One Direction!" Hustler and Em screamed again. "They are the like, the hottest people ever!"
"I swear on my mothers life, you two just turned twelve in the last five seconds." I muttered. Joke's on them, I've never met my mother.
"Don't tell me you've never heard of them?" Emily asked with a tone of horror in her voice. "What makes you beautiful?"
Before I could do anything to stop them, Hustler and Emily literally broke out into song. Not even song, they just screamed at the top of their lungs.
"Baby you light up my world like no body else!" They screamed and started to whip their hair which was captured in hairnets, all around. "The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed but when you smile at the ground, it ain't hard to tell."
Hustler pointed at me while Emily to Bleach, "You don't know, Oh-oh! You don't know you're beautiful!"
"You caused this!" I pointed at Barbara.
"if only you saw what I can see! You'd understand why I want you so desperately!" Emily dropped at Bleaches feet while Hustler grabbed both sides of my face and screamed in my ear.
"From my point of view, this is really creepy!" Barbara sang in from off to the side.
"AND THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!" They screamed in unison while Bleach and I tried to cover our ears. Emily had a little music behind her screams but Hustler, I swear that girl is tone deaf.
While Em and Hustler babbled on about whether Louis or Harry was hotter, and I prayed to whoever was listening to kill me now, the boys started to trickle in from the Wreck Room.
"So what got you on kitchen duty?" Magnet asked Hustler, who was at the start of the line, handing out trays and utensils. I was next and handing out bread, the Bleach who had the soup and finally Emily, who was giving out juice boxes.
"We snuck into Mr. Sirs office and stole some drinks." the blonde answered.
"And then little ol' Lily here flipped out at the warden!" Bleach answered in monotone. "Thanks for that by the way."
"My pleasure." I muttered with my head down. I tossed some bread on Magnets plate and waited for the next boy in line, who turned to by my 'favourite' out of D-tent.
X-Ray.
"Barfbag was bit by a rattler." X-Ray said simply and I sighed. I always miss the good stuff! "He was sent to the hospital and probably isn't coming back.
My head snapped up at that and my eyes widened. That little fucker might not come back? Fuck yes!
X-Ray must have caught on that I wasn't exactly heartbroken that we were getting rid of the second smelliest guy in D-tent (other than Armpit, of course) and moved on with a scowl on his face.
"Hey Pitch." I looked down the line to see a guy from Emily's tent talking to her. "Can I have another juice box, Pitch?"
He was the last boy of the camp and he didn't look like he was leaving until 'Pitch' gave him his apple juice. She snorted with amusement, "As if, you little fucker."
The boy finally gave up and slouched away as we all turned to Emily. "Pitch?" Bleach smiled. "That kind of sounds like bitch!"
"Yeah, it kind of does!" Hustler agreed, "don't you think, Bitch?"
Emily blushed a deep shade of red as we continued to joke around. I smirked and pat her on the head, "you're my bitch now."
Pitch laughed loudly, "At least I have a nickname, nameless." she retorted.
I shrugged, "whatever Bitch, I need to do dishes."
I know you guys thought that was boring and awful but... Whatever. Just ignore the 1D part, I don't know what I was thinking. But now I've got a question.
Who should Lily be with romantically:
a) Squid
b) X-Ray
c) Zigzag
d)Magnet
e) Armpit
f) Zero
g) other
h) no one. This should not be a romance fanfic.