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Chapter 3: New Arrivals
Inside the small, shoddy building was a man with a 'spare tire' that wore a cowboy hat. The man sat down at a desk and motioned for Stanley and Chance to sit down in the two chairs that sat in front of the desk. The man popped a few sunflower seeds into his mouth from a burlap sack and began to talk.
"Chance and Stanley, am I right?" the man asked.
"Yes," Stanley and Chance both replied.
"My name is Mr. Sir. Whenever you talk to me you will call me by my name. Do I make my self clear?" 'Mr. Sir' said in his deep, strict, southern voice.
Chance chuckled at Mr. Sir's name, which caused a domino effect, because Stanley began to chuckle too. Even the guard cracked a small smile.
"You think it's funny do you?" Mr. Sir asked, as he took two bottles of Coca Cola out of a portable refrigerator. Chance and Stanley's eyes followed the bottles of soda in Mr. Sir's hands. When the bottles finally got over their head, they reached for it, but the guard took them instead. They sighed.
"You two thirsty?" Mr. Sir asked Chance and Stanley as he began to stand up. They nodded. "Better get used to it. You're going to be thirsty for the next 18 months," Mr. Sir said with a smirk.
The three of them headed outside. While they were walking Mr. Sir handed them each a cream colored bag.
"Your clothes are in those bags along with your canteens and hats," Mr. Sir explained. He continued to explain how the laundry would work and the process of digging holes as they walked. Finally they came to their destination: the D Tent. When they got there they saw a few kids hanging out. Mr. Sir left, and Mr. Pendanski took over.
"Hello kids," Mr. Pendanski greeted while smiling, "My name is Mr. Pendanski. If you ever forget my name, just think of these three words: pen-dance-key."
Stanley and Chance looked at each other. They already thought this man was a nutcase. They both nodded at Mr. Pen-dance-key.
"Kids, this is Rex, Alan, and Theodore," Mr. Pen-dance-key said as three boys walked up to where they were standing. "The others should be here pretty soon."
The three boys were quick to correct him. "My name is X-Ray," said a lanky black boy with really thick, dusty glasses.
"Squid," said a tough-looking white boy with a hat covering his brunette head. It took Stanley and Chance a minute to realize that two were black and one was white, because they were all pretty much the same color because of the dirt that covered them.
"Armpit," said a heavier black boy. He had a slight stench.
Mr. Pen-dance-key nudged Stanley a bit and said, "They like to use their little nicknames, but I prefer to use the names their parents gave them. The names that society will recognize them by."
"Yeah, whatever," X-Ray said under his breath.
"Hey Mom, what's with the chick?" Squid asked, looking at Chance.
"Oh, I almost forgot about you," Mr. Pen-dance-key said looking down at her, "Gentlemen, this is Chance. Since she is the only young female here, I know you guys will treat her with respect. The Warden let her into Camp Green Lake as an exception. Don't get any funny ideas," he said as he eyed all three boys.
"Oh, we won't," the boys said with smiles.
Mr. Pen-dance-key's walkie-talkie sounded off, "Oh. It's an emergency in Tent A. I'll have to get back with you guys later. Rex, Alan, Theodore, can you three help them get situated?" The boys nodded.
The five of them walked into the tent.
"This is where Barfbag slept," X-Ray said kicking a nasty looking cot motioning to Stanley. Stanley almost barfed himself when he saw his cot.
"And you can sleep in this cot," Armpit said, motioning to a newer looking cot, "It's kinda new. They moved it in here yesterday. I think someone from C-Tent slept in it."
Chance just looked at the cot and then at the four boys. Just then, the last of the boys walked in. The smallest one just walked in, looked at the two new kids, and went to his cot to rest. The other two introduced themselves and wondered about Chance.
"I'm Magnet," said the Hispanic boy, and he motioned to a taller, odd-looking boy with wild blond hair, "and this is ZigZag."
ZigZag nodded towards Chance, "What's she doin' here?"
"The Warden made an exception. That's what Mom said," X-Ray replied.
ZigZag shrugged as he plopped down on a cot, "Works for me."
Chapter 3: New Arrivals
Inside the small, shoddy building was a man with a 'spare tire' that wore a cowboy hat. The man sat down at a desk and motioned for Stanley and Chance to sit down in the two chairs that sat in front of the desk. The man popped a few sunflower seeds into his mouth from a burlap sack and began to talk.
"Chance and Stanley, am I right?" the man asked.
"Yes," Stanley and Chance both replied.
"My name is Mr. Sir. Whenever you talk to me you will call me by my name. Do I make my self clear?" 'Mr. Sir' said in his deep, strict, southern voice.
Chance chuckled at Mr. Sir's name, which caused a domino effect, because Stanley began to chuckle too. Even the guard cracked a small smile.
"You think it's funny do you?" Mr. Sir asked, as he took two bottles of Coca Cola out of a portable refrigerator. Chance and Stanley's eyes followed the bottles of soda in Mr. Sir's hands. When the bottles finally got over their head, they reached for it, but the guard took them instead. They sighed.
"You two thirsty?" Mr. Sir asked Chance and Stanley as he began to stand up. They nodded. "Better get used to it. You're going to be thirsty for the next 18 months," Mr. Sir said with a smirk.
The three of them headed outside. While they were walking Mr. Sir handed them each a cream colored bag.
"Your clothes are in those bags along with your canteens and hats," Mr. Sir explained. He continued to explain how the laundry would work and the process of digging holes as they walked. Finally they came to their destination: the D Tent. When they got there they saw a few kids hanging out. Mr. Sir left, and Mr. Pendanski took over.
"Hello kids," Mr. Pendanski greeted while smiling, "My name is Mr. Pendanski. If you ever forget my name, just think of these three words: pen-dance-key."
Stanley and Chance looked at each other. They already thought this man was a nutcase. They both nodded at Mr. Pen-dance-key.
"Kids, this is Rex, Alan, and Theodore," Mr. Pen-dance-key said as three boys walked up to where they were standing. "The others should be here pretty soon."
The three boys were quick to correct him. "My name is X-Ray," said a lanky black boy with really thick, dusty glasses.
"Squid," said a tough-looking white boy with a hat covering his brunette head. It took Stanley and Chance a minute to realize that two were black and one was white, because they were all pretty much the same color because of the dirt that covered them.
"Armpit," said a heavier black boy. He had a slight stench.
Mr. Pen-dance-key nudged Stanley a bit and said, "They like to use their little nicknames, but I prefer to use the names their parents gave them. The names that society will recognize them by."
"Yeah, whatever," X-Ray said under his breath.
"Hey Mom, what's with the chick?" Squid asked, looking at Chance.
"Oh, I almost forgot about you," Mr. Pen-dance-key said looking down at her, "Gentlemen, this is Chance. Since she is the only young female here, I know you guys will treat her with respect. The Warden let her into Camp Green Lake as an exception. Don't get any funny ideas," he said as he eyed all three boys.
"Oh, we won't," the boys said with smiles.
Mr. Pen-dance-key's walkie-talkie sounded off, "Oh. It's an emergency in Tent A. I'll have to get back with you guys later. Rex, Alan, Theodore, can you three help them get situated?" The boys nodded.
The five of them walked into the tent.
"This is where Barfbag slept," X-Ray said kicking a nasty looking cot motioning to Stanley. Stanley almost barfed himself when he saw his cot.
"And you can sleep in this cot," Armpit said, motioning to a newer looking cot, "It's kinda new. They moved it in here yesterday. I think someone from C-Tent slept in it."
Chance just looked at the cot and then at the four boys. Just then, the last of the boys walked in. The smallest one just walked in, looked at the two new kids, and went to his cot to rest. The other two introduced themselves and wondered about Chance.
"I'm Magnet," said the Hispanic boy, and he motioned to a taller, odd-looking boy with wild blond hair, "and this is ZigZag."
ZigZag nodded towards Chance, "What's she doin' here?"
"The Warden made an exception. That's what Mom said," X-Ray replied.
ZigZag shrugged as he plopped down on a cot, "Works for me."