Allo all my readers! I just ate half a carton of strawberry ice cream! I'm hyper. Can you tell. I think I will write. It will keep my fingers busy…
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Chapter 2
"Would Virginia M. Wo-l-cow-ike please rise." The fat judge stared sternly at the thin read haired girl sitting before him.
"Its Wol-ko-witch" A sharp, low voise beckoned. The girl rose, sturdily, without a twitch. Her eyes stared past the judge and on to the wall. She had no family or friends at the trial. She was alone.
"Miss Wolkowich, It has been closed that you are guilty of grand theft and runaway charges. Your sentence shall be…" The judge gave a dramatic pause.
"Either 5 years of prison or 2 years-at Camp Greenlake, Juvenile Detention and Correctional Facility for young Boys."
Virginia stood un rippled by this news. "You wanna to send me to bars, send me. You wanna send me to juvey hall, send me." She closed her thin mouth again and crossed her bony arms.
The judge gave Virginia a weary, annoyed stare before announcing his decision:
"2 Years sentence at Camp Greenlake. Court adjourned." He rapped his mallet on the wooden platform. Virginia turned rigidly towards the guards, holding her pale wrists out, waiting to be cuffed. They snapped the silver handcuffs on Virginia with a phwink and led her out the giant oak doors without a word said.
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Virginia Wolkowich groaned as she looked out the grimy window. All she had been able to see for miles were holes, big ones, tons of them, some with lizards crawling around them, others infested with rattlesnakes. She looked of from her seat in the back to the guard up front, who had fallen asleep with his head drooped forward, rifle pointing at Virginia. Virginia, having grown up on the streets of Brooklyn, knew very well that the gun was unloaded. She sighed heavily, glancing at her hot wrists encircled with loose fitting steel handcuffs. Her hands were so bony; she could slip out if she wanted to. But there was nothing she could do even if they were uncuffed. For a brief moment, she wondered if being here at this correcting place would be like school before she left in 6th grade. She was slightly aware of the harsh comments that might be made just like at school about how she dressed and thought. Today she was wearing her favorite long, baggy grey t-shirt with army printed on the front in bold letters, torn, faded jeans, her only pair, and scruffy sneakers that revealed her right big and little toe. She had black charcoal-colored makeup that she stole smeared around her big eyes and black nail polish that she also stole chipping on her bitten fingernails. She let her thin, wavy hair trail down her back because she could care less, and her 2 pairs of socks, bras, underwear, and some shirts were stuffed in a small Wal-Mart bag along with a blank notebook and a thick, hardback book. As the hot, stinky, bumpy bus drew closer to CGL, Virginia was looking straight into the eyes of various boys dressed in hideous orange jumpsuits digging useless holes in the red desert dirt. She briefly wondered why she had seen no girls yet, before she remembered suddenly with a pain in her back, that the judge had said CGL was a camp for young boys.
Ai yai yai. Boys, are we going to have fun with Virginia She thought sullenly before the yellow bus came to a jerky halt in front of a log house that possessed many orange blobs.
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Hope that entertained ya…. byes, I want more ice cream…maybe another update tomorrow…Tals*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
