Her family was very influential. Her father had paid the warden to admit
Selma and her friends to camp Green Lake.
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"At least it's better than JAIL." Said Selma Gonzales to her friends,
trying to sound cheerful.
The sight of the camp, she thought, was anything BUT cheerful.
"Hey, wait.this looks like a BOY'S camp!" Rebecca Lewis shouted.
"BRILLIANT! Becca! I didn't notice!" Jaimie Thomas shouted back.
"You know, if you two had listened to me, and not snuck out, we would be enjoying our summer vacation right now! But OH NOOO!!! Y'all had to go out and get into a fight!" Said Selma, who was getting VERY angry with both of her friends.
"No one forced you to come with us." Mumbled Jaimie.
"EXCUSE ME!? If I'm not mistaken, it was my dad who got our asses out of jail! I'm not very PROUD of that, but it is the truth. Now, why don't we all stop fighting and look on the bright side. I'll bet we can get AWESOME tans-" Selma didn't finish speaking when..
"Hello ladies." Said a man with an old voice. They looked at the speaker, who had motioned for them to follow him. He was a short, (and like his voice indicated) old man, with Elvis style hair.
They reached what looked like his office, and sat down.
"Well, you three have obviously been bad." He said, sarcastically. When no one said anything, he continued, "My name is Mr.Sir, you will call me by that when you talk to me."
"No problem." Becca said, with a false smile. Knowing Becca, she probably just wanted to go to work and get it all over with. Becca had short black hair and large blue eyes. She was captain of the girl's soccer team at their school. Jaimie was a cheerleader, and her blonde hair was in a ponytail. She had sparkling grey eyes. Selma was tall, fit, and had shoulder length black hair, and dark eyes.
"This is a work camp. You will dig holes to develop character." He said looking disgusted. "There is something I should tell you three. I don't LIKE IT that girls are being brought here. Even though it's only for two months, I DON'T LIKE IT. And while we're on the subject I don't like YOU. This isn't Girl Scout camp! You are expected to work." He said, standing up. "You will dig one hole everyday. It has to be 5 feet deep, and your five- foot shovel should fit in it. These," He started handing out orange uniforms, " are what you are expected to wear-"
"OH MY GOD! This is what people who clean the streets wear! I am NOT putting that on! AND LOOK AT THOSE SOCKS!" Jaimie shouted, outraged at the very idea that they are to be wearing these disgusting garments. "DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH OUR UNIFORMS MAAM?" Jaimie quickly shook her head no at the frustrated old man. She looked like she was going to cry. "GOOD! Now you each have two pairs. One is for work, the other for relaxation. Showers are only for four minutes, and you don't get to rest until you finish digging your hole. No exceptions, little girlies. Now this is Mr.Pendanski." He said, indicating to a little man who was running up to them. "He will be you counselor. You are in tent D." Mr.Pendanski entered Mr.Sir's office with a big smile. "Hello ladies." He said cheerily. "My name is Mr. Pendanski. You must be Jaimie, Selma, and Rebecca. Welcome to camp Green Lake!" Mr.Pendanski gave them a tour, and then took them to their 'tent'. He introduced them to the D tent boys and left. A boy called X-ray, (who looked absolutely smitten about having the only girls at camp in HIS tent) showed them their beds. Becca laughed as she said, "I am NOT sleeping in this hell hole. OR that bed for that matter. It smells like something died in it!" "Consider yourself luck. At least YOUR bed doesn't smell like PUKE." Selma said with a weak smile. ~-~-~-~-~-
"Hey, wait.this looks like a BOY'S camp!" Rebecca Lewis shouted.
"BRILLIANT! Becca! I didn't notice!" Jaimie Thomas shouted back.
"You know, if you two had listened to me, and not snuck out, we would be enjoying our summer vacation right now! But OH NOOO!!! Y'all had to go out and get into a fight!" Said Selma, who was getting VERY angry with both of her friends.
"No one forced you to come with us." Mumbled Jaimie.
"EXCUSE ME!? If I'm not mistaken, it was my dad who got our asses out of jail! I'm not very PROUD of that, but it is the truth. Now, why don't we all stop fighting and look on the bright side. I'll bet we can get AWESOME tans-" Selma didn't finish speaking when..
"Hello ladies." Said a man with an old voice. They looked at the speaker, who had motioned for them to follow him. He was a short, (and like his voice indicated) old man, with Elvis style hair.
They reached what looked like his office, and sat down.
"Well, you three have obviously been bad." He said, sarcastically. When no one said anything, he continued, "My name is Mr.Sir, you will call me by that when you talk to me."
"No problem." Becca said, with a false smile. Knowing Becca, she probably just wanted to go to work and get it all over with. Becca had short black hair and large blue eyes. She was captain of the girl's soccer team at their school. Jaimie was a cheerleader, and her blonde hair was in a ponytail. She had sparkling grey eyes. Selma was tall, fit, and had shoulder length black hair, and dark eyes.
"This is a work camp. You will dig holes to develop character." He said looking disgusted. "There is something I should tell you three. I don't LIKE IT that girls are being brought here. Even though it's only for two months, I DON'T LIKE IT. And while we're on the subject I don't like YOU. This isn't Girl Scout camp! You are expected to work." He said, standing up. "You will dig one hole everyday. It has to be 5 feet deep, and your five- foot shovel should fit in it. These," He started handing out orange uniforms, " are what you are expected to wear-"
"OH MY GOD! This is what people who clean the streets wear! I am NOT putting that on! AND LOOK AT THOSE SOCKS!" Jaimie shouted, outraged at the very idea that they are to be wearing these disgusting garments. "DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH OUR UNIFORMS MAAM?" Jaimie quickly shook her head no at the frustrated old man. She looked like she was going to cry. "GOOD! Now you each have two pairs. One is for work, the other for relaxation. Showers are only for four minutes, and you don't get to rest until you finish digging your hole. No exceptions, little girlies. Now this is Mr.Pendanski." He said, indicating to a little man who was running up to them. "He will be you counselor. You are in tent D." Mr.Pendanski entered Mr.Sir's office with a big smile. "Hello ladies." He said cheerily. "My name is Mr. Pendanski. You must be Jaimie, Selma, and Rebecca. Welcome to camp Green Lake!" Mr.Pendanski gave them a tour, and then took them to their 'tent'. He introduced them to the D tent boys and left. A boy called X-ray, (who looked absolutely smitten about having the only girls at camp in HIS tent) showed them their beds. Becca laughed as she said, "I am NOT sleeping in this hell hole. OR that bed for that matter. It smells like something died in it!" "Consider yourself luck. At least YOUR bed doesn't smell like PUKE." Selma said with a weak smile. ~-~-~-~-~-
