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Pixie
Around four in the morning I was awoken by Mr. Pendanski coming into our tent yelling for us to wake up. Grumbling, I pulled my pillow over my ears. I didn't want to get up. I was tired, and my body ached. Why did it ache? I slowly sat up in bed. My shoulders hurt. Then I knew why, I was sleeping in the most uncomfortable cot. I wasn't used to this, and I wanted my bed back for Christ's sake!
Looking around, I saw the other D-tent boys beginning to get dressed. Ahh, at least camp had its perks. I get to sleep in a tent filled with boys.I looked at Zigzag, pulling off his shirt. He caught my eye, and grinned. Blushing, I sat up. Then it hit me, was I supposed to get dressed in front of them? Sure, last time I kicked them out, but most of them were only getting out of bed, and if I waited until they were done, I would be late. I grumbled.
"What's the matter? Afraid of getting changed in front of us?" Magnet said smiling. The other boys began to laugh.
"Yeah," Squid said, pulling off his shirt. I had to admit, his six pack was pretty fine. "We don't mind!"
I smiled. "Close your eyes!"
I stood up and reached into my bag. Pulling out my other wife beater I had packed, and looked around. Zigzag, Squid, X-ray, Magnet, Armpit and Zero were all staring at me. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a big T- shirt that fell to my knees. I decided to put on the orange jumpsuit first, pulling the bottoms over my bare legs. Then, slowly taking off the shirt, I was glad to be wearing my sports bra. I quickly pulled on my wife beater, and tied the orange jumpsuit around my waste. I took out my mirror from my bag and examined my hair. Yuck, what a mess!
By now, most of the boys were dressed and out getting their shovels. I walked out behind Zigzag. I followed him over to a beat up shed, where Mr. Pendanski was handing out shovels. I noticed X-ray moved to the head of the line, and took what looked like the "shortest shovel." Zigzag had explained to me that whole theory.
After getting our shovels we all headed out to dig our holes. Mr. Pendanski said he'd be back around ten to fill our canteens. I was already tired. I picked a spot in between Squid and Zigzag. Hey, if I was going to have to dig a hole in the hot sun, at least I wanted to be near Zigzag. I had to admit, I liked him. It was only my second day in camp, but I did like him. I wanted to get to know him better though, and decided after I was done digging my holes I would talk to him.
Looking up in the sky, I saw the sun beginning to rise. Great, I had better get started. I stuck my shovel carefully in the dirt, and began to dig. It was hard, and at least ten minutes in to digging, my hands were killing me. I had calluses on my hands, and tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't help it. It hurt so bad, and I didn't want to be here. No way. Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I dug deeper and deeper. Two minutes later the pain was so intense, it was all I could do from screaming.
Setting the shovel down, I sighed. I looked at my hands. They were all bloody and callused. Looking around at the other boys, they already were about two feet deep. It wasn't fair. I was in so much pain, and I had to dig. I glanced over at Zigzag, and tried to wipe away my tears. He was concentrating on his hole, thankfully, and hadn't noticed me crying.
I decided I had better get back to work, before the sun came fully out. I picked up my shovel, and went back to my hole. I dug.
Ten o'clock came around, and I squinted into the dust. Mr. Pendanski was driving an old truck towards us. When it stopped, he climbed out of the car and began filling canteens.
"Yo," called X-ray. I guessed he was the "Leader" of the group. "Pixie-you better get some water!"
I looked around to see who he was talking to. I realized it was me.
"Pixe?" I asked, as I went to the back of the line with my canteen. "Is that my name now?"
All the D-tent boys looked around at us and smiled.
"I like it," said Armpit. "It fits ya."
"Yea!" said X-ray. "I figured since you always wear your hair in that pink bow, it makes ya look like a pixie!"
I smiled at him. "Pixie.I could get used to that."
I waited in line after everyone and as soon as I got my water I drank a mouthful. It felt so good, the cool water quenching my thirst, and trickling down my throat.
"Pixie is it?" Mr. Pendanski asked. "Okay.well Pixie.you better get diggin."
I nodded, and headed back to my hole. Pixie.I liked it. No one ever gave me a nickname, and it made me feel good.
One by one, each boy left. First it was Zero, and he spit in his hole. Than it was Armpit, X-ray, Magnet and Squid. Finally it was just me and Zigzag. I wondered for a moment if he was taking his time on purpose. I quickly shook that idea out of my mind. He didn't like me.what was I thinking?
I looked at my hole. I had another good foot or two to go. I glanced over at Zigzag's hole, and he was just finishing. He looked up and caught my eye. He grinned.
"Need help?" he asked kindly. I felt bad. He had just worked so hard on his hole, I didn't want him using up any more energy. But I wanted to spend more time with him, and I wanted to get to know him. He was looking at me, waiting for an answer.
"I can make it," I said. "But if you want, you can stay. It's gonna get kinda lonely out here." I smiled at him. He smiled back.
"Okay, but if you get tired, I'll help."
I sighed, and began digging again. After two seconds, my pain came back in my hands, and I wanted to cry again. But I swallowed my pride, and kept going.
"What did you do to get here?" I asked him. I wanted to talk, and not have this awkward silence. He sat down on the edge of my hole, and looked at me. He smiled.
"Aw, nothin' too bad," Zigzag said. "I got in a lot of fights at school. Finally it got to the point where my mom couldn't take it no more. I ended up seriously hurting one kid, so instead of goin' to jail, I got sent here." He paused and waited for my reaction. I smiled at him.
"That's not too bad," I said.
"What did you do?" He asked. "Kill someone?"
I laughed out loud. "I wish!" I shook my head. "Naw, some girl I thought I could trust stuck a gun in my locker. And I got busted."
He looked at me. "That's nothing. You're innocent. So, where did you live before you came here?"
"California," I said. "Not in the best part either. I got into trouble back there, a while ago." He looked at me puzzled. "You know, drugs, sex, alcohol. But that's not me anymore."
He shook his had. "How old are you?"
I kept digging, but looked up at him. I only had a couple inches to go.
"What's it to you?" I snapped. I hadn't meant to be mean, but he's not my father, so why should he know? I wasn't about to be lectured.
"I'm only wonderin," he said.
"I'm sixteen. I'll be seventeen in August," I said. I finished digging, and stood in front of him. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen. I'm turning eighteen in a couple of months," he said. I smiled at him.
"Cool," I said. "So, what was your life like back then?"
Zigzag got up and climbed up the hole. He helped me up out of the hole, and we started walking back to camp.
"I lived with my mom and two younger sisters. I lived in a good neighborhood, in Florida. My parents divorced when I was little. That's about it. What about you?"
He ran his hands through his crazy blonde hair. I smiled inwardly, secretly, I loved that hair.
"I told you.well sort of. I have an older brother. My dad hung himself in our kitchen when I was thirteen, my mom remarried a year later, and that's when I got into drugs. I started to fail school, and my brother used to take me to all these parties, and get me alcohol. He'd also get some pot for me, and cocaine. When I was fourteen, I got pregnant. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. My brother, Jake, made me get an abortion. But that was a while ago. I'm a different person now. Very different."
I glanced over at Zigzag. He looked stunned. "Wow."
I laughed. "Yeah," I said.
"I'm sorry," Zigzag said. "I didn't know about your dad."
I shook my head. "It's okay."
I just realized we had reached our tent. I was really tired from digging, so I wanted to go to sleep. Everyone was at the Wreck Room.
"I'm going in, I'm tired," I said. I headed for the tent flap.
Zigzag looked like he wanted to go to the Wreck Room, but then he stopped and turned around.
"You could use some company," He said smiling. I smiled back. My heart felt 10,000 pounds lighter.
That night Zigzag and I spent the whole night talking. Talking about everything in our lives, and everything out of our lives. He was a great listener. And that was the night Zigzag and I became friends. Little did we know that our friendship would help us through the hardest times in our life. Little did I know that I had just met my best friend, and maybe something even more.
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Pixie
Around four in the morning I was awoken by Mr. Pendanski coming into our tent yelling for us to wake up. Grumbling, I pulled my pillow over my ears. I didn't want to get up. I was tired, and my body ached. Why did it ache? I slowly sat up in bed. My shoulders hurt. Then I knew why, I was sleeping in the most uncomfortable cot. I wasn't used to this, and I wanted my bed back for Christ's sake!
Looking around, I saw the other D-tent boys beginning to get dressed. Ahh, at least camp had its perks. I get to sleep in a tent filled with boys.I looked at Zigzag, pulling off his shirt. He caught my eye, and grinned. Blushing, I sat up. Then it hit me, was I supposed to get dressed in front of them? Sure, last time I kicked them out, but most of them were only getting out of bed, and if I waited until they were done, I would be late. I grumbled.
"What's the matter? Afraid of getting changed in front of us?" Magnet said smiling. The other boys began to laugh.
"Yeah," Squid said, pulling off his shirt. I had to admit, his six pack was pretty fine. "We don't mind!"
I smiled. "Close your eyes!"
I stood up and reached into my bag. Pulling out my other wife beater I had packed, and looked around. Zigzag, Squid, X-ray, Magnet, Armpit and Zero were all staring at me. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a big T- shirt that fell to my knees. I decided to put on the orange jumpsuit first, pulling the bottoms over my bare legs. Then, slowly taking off the shirt, I was glad to be wearing my sports bra. I quickly pulled on my wife beater, and tied the orange jumpsuit around my waste. I took out my mirror from my bag and examined my hair. Yuck, what a mess!
By now, most of the boys were dressed and out getting their shovels. I walked out behind Zigzag. I followed him over to a beat up shed, where Mr. Pendanski was handing out shovels. I noticed X-ray moved to the head of the line, and took what looked like the "shortest shovel." Zigzag had explained to me that whole theory.
After getting our shovels we all headed out to dig our holes. Mr. Pendanski said he'd be back around ten to fill our canteens. I was already tired. I picked a spot in between Squid and Zigzag. Hey, if I was going to have to dig a hole in the hot sun, at least I wanted to be near Zigzag. I had to admit, I liked him. It was only my second day in camp, but I did like him. I wanted to get to know him better though, and decided after I was done digging my holes I would talk to him.
Looking up in the sky, I saw the sun beginning to rise. Great, I had better get started. I stuck my shovel carefully in the dirt, and began to dig. It was hard, and at least ten minutes in to digging, my hands were killing me. I had calluses on my hands, and tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't help it. It hurt so bad, and I didn't want to be here. No way. Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I dug deeper and deeper. Two minutes later the pain was so intense, it was all I could do from screaming.
Setting the shovel down, I sighed. I looked at my hands. They were all bloody and callused. Looking around at the other boys, they already were about two feet deep. It wasn't fair. I was in so much pain, and I had to dig. I glanced over at Zigzag, and tried to wipe away my tears. He was concentrating on his hole, thankfully, and hadn't noticed me crying.
I decided I had better get back to work, before the sun came fully out. I picked up my shovel, and went back to my hole. I dug.
Ten o'clock came around, and I squinted into the dust. Mr. Pendanski was driving an old truck towards us. When it stopped, he climbed out of the car and began filling canteens.
"Yo," called X-ray. I guessed he was the "Leader" of the group. "Pixie-you better get some water!"
I looked around to see who he was talking to. I realized it was me.
"Pixe?" I asked, as I went to the back of the line with my canteen. "Is that my name now?"
All the D-tent boys looked around at us and smiled.
"I like it," said Armpit. "It fits ya."
"Yea!" said X-ray. "I figured since you always wear your hair in that pink bow, it makes ya look like a pixie!"
I smiled at him. "Pixie.I could get used to that."
I waited in line after everyone and as soon as I got my water I drank a mouthful. It felt so good, the cool water quenching my thirst, and trickling down my throat.
"Pixie is it?" Mr. Pendanski asked. "Okay.well Pixie.you better get diggin."
I nodded, and headed back to my hole. Pixie.I liked it. No one ever gave me a nickname, and it made me feel good.
One by one, each boy left. First it was Zero, and he spit in his hole. Than it was Armpit, X-ray, Magnet and Squid. Finally it was just me and Zigzag. I wondered for a moment if he was taking his time on purpose. I quickly shook that idea out of my mind. He didn't like me.what was I thinking?
I looked at my hole. I had another good foot or two to go. I glanced over at Zigzag's hole, and he was just finishing. He looked up and caught my eye. He grinned.
"Need help?" he asked kindly. I felt bad. He had just worked so hard on his hole, I didn't want him using up any more energy. But I wanted to spend more time with him, and I wanted to get to know him. He was looking at me, waiting for an answer.
"I can make it," I said. "But if you want, you can stay. It's gonna get kinda lonely out here." I smiled at him. He smiled back.
"Okay, but if you get tired, I'll help."
I sighed, and began digging again. After two seconds, my pain came back in my hands, and I wanted to cry again. But I swallowed my pride, and kept going.
"What did you do to get here?" I asked him. I wanted to talk, and not have this awkward silence. He sat down on the edge of my hole, and looked at me. He smiled.
"Aw, nothin' too bad," Zigzag said. "I got in a lot of fights at school. Finally it got to the point where my mom couldn't take it no more. I ended up seriously hurting one kid, so instead of goin' to jail, I got sent here." He paused and waited for my reaction. I smiled at him.
"That's not too bad," I said.
"What did you do?" He asked. "Kill someone?"
I laughed out loud. "I wish!" I shook my head. "Naw, some girl I thought I could trust stuck a gun in my locker. And I got busted."
He looked at me. "That's nothing. You're innocent. So, where did you live before you came here?"
"California," I said. "Not in the best part either. I got into trouble back there, a while ago." He looked at me puzzled. "You know, drugs, sex, alcohol. But that's not me anymore."
He shook his had. "How old are you?"
I kept digging, but looked up at him. I only had a couple inches to go.
"What's it to you?" I snapped. I hadn't meant to be mean, but he's not my father, so why should he know? I wasn't about to be lectured.
"I'm only wonderin," he said.
"I'm sixteen. I'll be seventeen in August," I said. I finished digging, and stood in front of him. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen. I'm turning eighteen in a couple of months," he said. I smiled at him.
"Cool," I said. "So, what was your life like back then?"
Zigzag got up and climbed up the hole. He helped me up out of the hole, and we started walking back to camp.
"I lived with my mom and two younger sisters. I lived in a good neighborhood, in Florida. My parents divorced when I was little. That's about it. What about you?"
He ran his hands through his crazy blonde hair. I smiled inwardly, secretly, I loved that hair.
"I told you.well sort of. I have an older brother. My dad hung himself in our kitchen when I was thirteen, my mom remarried a year later, and that's when I got into drugs. I started to fail school, and my brother used to take me to all these parties, and get me alcohol. He'd also get some pot for me, and cocaine. When I was fourteen, I got pregnant. I didn't know what the hell I was doing. My brother, Jake, made me get an abortion. But that was a while ago. I'm a different person now. Very different."
I glanced over at Zigzag. He looked stunned. "Wow."
I laughed. "Yeah," I said.
"I'm sorry," Zigzag said. "I didn't know about your dad."
I shook my head. "It's okay."
I just realized we had reached our tent. I was really tired from digging, so I wanted to go to sleep. Everyone was at the Wreck Room.
"I'm going in, I'm tired," I said. I headed for the tent flap.
Zigzag looked like he wanted to go to the Wreck Room, but then he stopped and turned around.
"You could use some company," He said smiling. I smiled back. My heart felt 10,000 pounds lighter.
That night Zigzag and I spent the whole night talking. Talking about everything in our lives, and everything out of our lives. He was a great listener. And that was the night Zigzag and I became friends. Little did we know that our friendship would help us through the hardest times in our life. Little did I know that I had just met my best friend, and maybe something even more.
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end of chapter 3..hope ya liked it!! Plz R/r!!! REVIEWS*!* I LOVE REVIEWS!!!
THANX!! WOOWOO..........REVIEW NOW!!
