it thought i'd do a bit of Zero stuff. The deal is that his mum sang this song for him when he was younger, and it fits into the story later on. I don't like this chapter so forgiveth me. (You reviewers need not worry, love is brewing, but it may take some time)
love y'all
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A few un interested eyes flicked up to see who had entered the room, and then a silence took over like a Mexican wave, it started from one end of the room and travelled to the next, when they realised it was I who had come in. Then with a rush and speed that was admirable considering they had been digging all day every boy in camp rushed towards me as if was some great prize to be won.
Ha!
Then when I pulled the gun from behind my back they retreated, wide eyed and created a semi circle of space around me.
Wow.
The Power!
I smirked and walked towards the worn out sofa, the semi circle forming into a circle as I went. Soon enough the hush died away and the usual natter of whatever juvy boys talk about rose. The only ones brave enough to approach were, surprise surprise, D-tent lads.
"Damn Jinx. How did you steal that? That's sick!" X-Ray exclaimed. I clenched my teeth and pointed the gun at him
"Ok," I said slowly through gritted teeth "You are never gonna call me Jinx again, ok? It is not my name, it never was my name and it sure as hell isn't ever going to be my name. Got it?" I asked, seizing my moment. I realised I had total control with the gun. I mean held at gun point you'll agree to anything right? So when X nodded I smiled sweetly and congratulated myself on taking the opportunity to straighten at least one thing out.
"How did you get it?" Magnet asked, placing himself beside me, admiring the weapon in my hand
"Ask and thou shall receive," I answered simply "Plus drop in the fact that you don't need to shoot a lizard to kill it and you're right in,"
"You are a crazy one," X-Ray commented. "What's with the Little Miss Sunshine get up?"
"Huh?" was my reply
"You know, the sunnies, the top, the golden fingers," he wiggled his own digits in front of my face.
"All those drugs have gone to your head," I commented quietly.
"Drugs?" he asked raising an eyebrow "What you on about drugs?"
"You know, you must have taken some while you were selling them right. I mean people were paying you some good money for them. If it were me my thought would have been 'Well hey, if these are worth some proper cash, let's see what the fuss is about' yeah?" I said hoping to the Lord above that I hadn't pissed him off enough to grab the gun from my hand and blow my head clean off.
Once again however, to my utter astonishment, someone laughed. X-Ray was roaring at me.
"They weren't no drugs man!" he said "I put oregano and crap into little clear sachets and stood on a corner. Man it was the easiest three hundred bucks I ever made."
My mouth dropped. He put freaking herbs into packets and sold them as drugs?
Bloody hell.
Why didn't I think of that?
I could sure use three hundred dollars right now. Well not right now of course, unless they were selling freedom, but when I got out of here.
"That's fucking smart," I said. He looked smug and nodded in agreement. The gun felt heavy in my hands, and deadly. I knew how dangerous these things were, I loosened my grip on, only slightly though.
"You know he's mad giving you that with us lot in here," Armpit said, his eyes hadn't left the gun since I'd walked in.
"How come?" I asked eyeing Squid and Zigzag in the corner, who were muttering and shooting me uneasy glances.
"Well any one of us could easily take it from you. No problem,"
I took my attention from the couple in the corner and stared at Armpit.
"Excuse me?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"Well I mean you know…" he looked uncomfortable "you're like a girl so it wouldn't exactly be hard to take it by force."
Whoa
No he didn't.
"You wanna test that logic?" I asked warningly. He looked at the others who shook their heads.
"No," he said, looking put out, as if he wanted a fight with me "You're ok,"
I sighed in relief.
Thank god. If I'd have to fight Armpit I so would have lost. Not that I'd let him know that. And anyways, if the worst come to the worst and he was about to really hurt me, I still had the gun.
Ah the gun.
How strange it felt to be holding a gun.
Pow! Pow! Stick 'em up suckers! Gimme the loot!
Wow I felt like an outlaw. All I needed was Mr. Sir's hat and a scarf to cover my face. And a horse. And riding lessons.
I had got on a horse once, and forgot the helmet (well in truth I filled it with water for the horse to drink out of and it had got ruined so I threw it in a bush, but I wasn't going to tell the cute instructor that) and when I put the darned thing into 2nd gear (instructor called it 'trot' for some reason) it was like I was in an off road monster truck. Bouncing all over the place that horse was. Needless to say, I fell off the bouncing bugger. And thank the lord the instructor dude caught me, cause the horse was literally about seventeen feet (he called it hands but I gathered he was a bit stupid and meant feet). So I haven't been near a horse ever since.
Luckily for the horses of the world.
All of a sudden Zigzag stood up
"Okay, who unplugged the TV?" He asked, his crazy eyes scanning the room suspiciously.
Shit.
I slumped down further into my chair. I had needed to straighten my hair last night and knowing the TV was the only plug in the whole camp practically, I may have been the one to unplug it. I swore I had replugged the TV, but it could have whacked up the tuning Zigzag had spent his whole sentence perfecting.
Like I said.
Shit.
My god I hope he didn't read the suspicion on my face Then, his eyes rested on me, if this had been a cartoon, you would of seen skulls in his eyes.
I think he may have figured out who it was.
He advanced toward me but I took the gun out and he stopped. His eyes narrowed and he stormed out of the Wreck room shouting
"I'd sleep with my eyes open tonight if I were you," as he went. I sucked in breath, looking at the other guys to see if he would actually hurt me. No reply was given and I was scared.
"Woosh," I said softly. Turning the gun over in my hands I sat there, thinking about how fabulous it would be to be back home, sitting in front of the television with people who weren't convicted of a crime and intent of killing me.
"So what's the deal hey?" asked Magnet "How come we ain't had no niece of hers in before?"
"Cause I'm her only niece." I answered, "and I lived in England until now," I continued when he raised his eyebrows in questioning. "hence the 'funny voice,' as someone so kindly put it,"
He nodded "I still don't get why you're here. I mean, you know, it's a Juvie camp!" he laughed.
"Yeah, my mum told me that after I got here," I said rolling my eyes. They sucked in breath. "But it's ok, I mean it's all for a good cause,"
"What's that?" X-Ray asked, speaking for the first time since I pointed the gun threateningly at him. I hesitated, revealing the only reason I stayed was for my mum to worm her way back into her sister life wouldn't be the greatest idea. I mean one of them could use it as a way to get something from Lou, exchange a free day or something for valuable information about me. Then the secret would be out. Lou would know and she'd probably send me home. Or worse, keep me here, knowing my reason for staying was screwed up, and I would just be staying because I had to. Now that would be torture.
"Uhh, you know. Entertaining you guys of course!" I said smiling, hoping they didn't realise it was totally fake. I think I got away with it, cause the conversation moved on. The boys asked me if I liked anyone yet and I jut laughed.
"That's got to be a 'yes'," Squid said. He had joined us from the corner, shortly after the storming out of Zigzag.
"No, it's a 'like hell I'm telling you if it is a yes'," I answered, chucking the gun in the air and catching it again. Which it wasn't, it was a 'no'.
Obviously.
"Yeah sure," Armpit answered rolling his eyes. I didn't understand why he was called Armpit, he didn't smell particularly worse than the other guys, in fact he smelled a heck of a lot better than some of the guys that I had got a whiff of when they walked past.
"I still don't get the nicknames," I said "How do you come up with them?"
They shrugged
"I got mine from my sticky fingers," Magnet said, wiggling his tanned fingers around. What was with these guys and wagging their fingers in front of my face?
"And Armpit's is pretty clear!" Caveman said laughing. I turned to Armpit, to see if my suspicions were confirmed, his face dropped.
"Seriously do I really smell?" he asked sounding hurt
"Naw man, he just don't know ya story!" X said thumping him on the arm.
"Story?" I asked my eyes lighting up. I loved stories!
He sighed and said "My first week here I was stung by a scorpion-"
"Eep!" I squeaked
"-in my arm, the pain decided to hit worst in my armpit,"
"Hence the name Armpit," I finished for him "Ahhh comprende,"
Magnet looked at me "¿Tu habla Español?" he said
What did he just say?
Something about Hamlet?
"Sorry, I'm crap at Shakespeare," I said. He looked at me and smiled
"I guess that's a no then," he said. I smiled and nodded, only to realise three hours later that he had been speaking Spanish. I knew Spanish! Well, I didn't but I liked to think I did. It was awesome when people really couldn't speak it. Then I'd waffle on for ages, making up words as I went along, and then I sound dead intelligent. But now I just agreed with myself that Magnet was crazy, for now at least.
Oh God I still had that song in my head
"You'll never know dear how much I love you," I sang quietly, trying t get it out of my head and into the air.
"What was that?" Zero asked.
Hold it. Zero asked!
"I was…err just singing," I answered as the other boys looked on in as much astonishment as me.
"What song?" he asked
"You are my sunshine," I said. He looked expectantly at me, and I wondered what ever for Then a thought struck me. He didn't want me to sing it for him did he? "But I've almost finished it," I said.
Silence.
And then,
"Then finish it. Loudly," X-Ray, who had rudely been listening in to our conversation, said.
"No I don't sing well," I admitted. Which was so true, I hadn't been able to sing in key my whole life, I doubt it was really going to start now. Mind you it was only one line of the song. I couldn't cock it up that much. Right?
"We don't care. Do you know how much music entertainment we get here? How about none. Even when we do it ain't good music. And hearing a chick sing has been unknown on these premises for about one hundred years,"
"Nu-uh," I said shaking my head "That ain't true. My mama said she used to sing all the time when she was younger."
"What's that got to do with anything? Was your mom a Warden here too?" X asked
"No!" I said. Bugger, how was I going to explain that. Right back-pedal. No! They'll think I'm hiding something. Ok, make something up. But what? It was too late to think of something now, they were all looking at me. "So don't take my sunshine awaaaayy!" I bellowed out Opera style, in desperation. Maybe that would distract them. They began cheering and I sighed in relief. That was close.
"Hey let me see that," some guy reached over the back of me and made a grab for the gun. I swung it from his reach and gave him a warning glare.
"No-" I began, before I felt the gun being tugged out of my hands by another person.
What? Was I really being mugged in a Juvie Camp? I spun back around to face the person who was prying my weapon from me. Now when you're scared and fighting for your life you adapt some extra amazing super strength. That was like now, sure I wasn't fighting for my life, but if you looked at the bigger picture, I potentially was. Anyways I decided to use one of my shin kicks that Noah had taught me (true I'd only learnt it because he so often used it on me, but the joke's on him, cause I now how shins of steel!) and it seemed this guys had shins of steel too, so I aimed a bit higher, noting the fact that no one was rushing to my aid. And hit him where it hurt. Not on purpose, I just wanted him to let go of the gun. But he doubled over in pain and I held the gun close to me,
"Sorry!" I hissed at the guy on the floor. I hadn't realised that in the struggle the hammer thing on the back of the gun must had been cocked, and as I was stupidly fingering the trigger, it kind of shot a bullet. I squealed as I heard glass smash, turning frantically to see if I'd killed anyone. And noticed the TV was screwed, as in a bullet through the glass screwed.
Balls.
Glad Zigzag wasn't here to see that. Then I wouldn't only be sleeping with eyes open, it would be with the fishies, as the Mafia would say. Oh god, if I find a horse head in my bed I'm so reporting him. Just then the door flung open. Mr. Sir, Lou and another counsellor cam bustling in.
"What's going on?" Lou screeched. Looking from the gun in my hand to the smashed television and the boys.
"Oh I err…" I hesitated, if I told her I had shot it by mistake, she'd have one huge hissy fit. "There was a fight. I thought I'd get their attention by shooting, you know. But I hit the TV,"
"Who was fighting?" Mr. Sir demanded.
"Err… I don't know their names,"
"Well point them out," Lou said.
"I didn't see their faces, they were rolling around on the floor and stuff,"
"Well point them out. Surely you saw their build? Their hair colour?" the other counsellor inquired
I just shrugged "No, just heard the fighting and shot the gun," I said.
"I'll find out!" Lou warned. "Take her to the cabin," she said, pointing to me but keeping her eyes on the boys. Mr. Sir grabbed my arm and pulled me away.
"Great timing," he muttered sarcastically, his grip still firm even though we had left the wreck room "I was just telling your Aunt that you'd be safer with my gun in there when the shot went off and you screamed. She thought someone had been killed,"
"Sorry," I muttered. We got to the cabin and he opened the door.
"Get in," he sighed.
"I'm going," I walked through and glanced darkly around me. The door swung shut behind me and I heard the click of a lock. Spinning round I tried the door. It wouldn't budge. Fabulicious.
I was imprisoned in a log cabin.
This was going to be a fun summer holiday.
