Chapter 2: The Road to Destiny
The trip to camp was long and dreary. Chance stared out of the window, looking at nothing but dust, fields of cotton and hay, and the occasional tumbleweed.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Stanley asked, breaking Chance's gaze.
"Why do ya think we have a guard on the bus with us?" She asked. Stanley shrugged.
"Maybe it's just in case you two try ta slink outta those 'cuffs and decide wreak havoc in here." The guard piped up with a slight southern accent, looking over the frames of his deeply tinted sunglasses. Chance and Stanley exchanged looks and decided to keep quiet for a while.
About an hour later, Stanley continuously shifted in his seat. He was tired of sitting on the dusty yellow bus… and so was his butt.
"You okay over there?" Chance asked.
He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, my butt's just tired."
Chance chuckled. "I feel your pain."
"Almost there, kids." The driver declared.
After what seemed like an endless ride, the bus finally pulled up into the middle of Camp Green Lake. Chance noticed a cluster of boys gathering near the bus's entrance. She looked over at Stanley.
"This is gonna be a long 18 months." She predicted. Stanley only smiled. He didn't even want to begin to think about all the things this place had in store for him. The guard walked down the aisle of the bus until he reached the middle of the bus, where Stanley and Chance were sitting. He quickly unlocked their handcuffs and shoved them off the bus. The bus driver gave them a quick farewell and told them to "Be careful." They weren't quite sure what he meant by that, but they thanked him anyway and followed the guard into a small shabby building.
The trip to camp was long and dreary. Chance stared out of the window, looking at nothing but dust, fields of cotton and hay, and the occasional tumbleweed.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" Stanley asked, breaking Chance's gaze.
"Why do ya think we have a guard on the bus with us?" She asked. Stanley shrugged.
"Maybe it's just in case you two try ta slink outta those 'cuffs and decide wreak havoc in here." The guard piped up with a slight southern accent, looking over the frames of his deeply tinted sunglasses. Chance and Stanley exchanged looks and decided to keep quiet for a while.
About an hour later, Stanley continuously shifted in his seat. He was tired of sitting on the dusty yellow bus… and so was his butt.
"You okay over there?" Chance asked.
He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, my butt's just tired."
Chance chuckled. "I feel your pain."
"Almost there, kids." The driver declared.
After what seemed like an endless ride, the bus finally pulled up into the middle of Camp Green Lake. Chance noticed a cluster of boys gathering near the bus's entrance. She looked over at Stanley.
"This is gonna be a long 18 months." She predicted. Stanley only smiled. He didn't even want to begin to think about all the things this place had in store for him. The guard walked down the aisle of the bus until he reached the middle of the bus, where Stanley and Chance were sitting. He quickly unlocked their handcuffs and shoved them off the bus. The bus driver gave them a quick farewell and told them to "Be careful." They weren't quite sure what he meant by that, but they thanked him anyway and followed the guard into a small shabby building.