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Chapter 3
Virginia stood very still, waiting for the tall guard to unlock her cuffs. She glanced over at the bus driver and felt a little sorry for him for having to drive from New York for about 11 hours to wherever the heck this place was in the heat. The guard handed Virginia her bag and warned her to be careful, and she jumped over the 3 steps on the bus and hit the solid ground. She wondered casually if he meant careful about the bus or about camp. She wasn't too worried about surviving at camp. She was pretty sure that her and her sisters had been through much worse than what a juvey center could spit at them. When she looked to her right, she saw a log cabin a little far away, and a hammock swung in the light breeze in front of it and was hung between the only two trees Virginia could see in the whole dang place. She gazed curiously over to her left and saw a red car speeding away with a teenage boy hanging excitedly out of the window, waving at a crowd of boys who were jumping, hooting and hollering and waving back. She tried to figure out what they were shouting and came up with "D-tent forever" and "Wormy you rock!". She turned back wards as she started to walk to take one last look at the guard behind her before turning around. When she turned forward, she caught sight of a skinny, hyper-looking man practically skipping towards her. She gulped as he stopped in front of her and she stood very still, digging her shoe in the dirt, as the man introduced himself.
"Well, hi-low there, little lady!" he said and Virginia grimaced. She resented being called the terms little and lady, especially when used directly after one another in the same sentence.
This man had on goofy red socks, pleated shorts, a large brimmed hat, and had a badly burned gigantic nose. Virginia grunted a hello and turned to her right where a group of boys were walking by and returned their stares. They were covered in orange from head to toe, orange clothes and dirt. They all stared, mouth agape, and then started punching each other and ran towards the large log building. Virginia rolled her eyes. These nomads act like they've never seen a girl before she thought. She turned her attention back to the man.
"My name is Mr. Pendanski. Three easy words: pen, dance, key. Now. I believe your name Is Virginia, correct? Well, welcome to camp Greenlake, Virginia. Here we believe in giving kids a strong foundation to build on before leaving to help start off their new lives as regular children." He stopped to take a breath. "Now, come along, I'll take you to Mr. Sir."
Virginia lamely followed. They entered the big building and before turning immediately into a side office, Virginia caught a glimpse of the orange infested cafeteria. She stepped in before the guard and the guard slammed the door. Pendanski moved aside and let a plump man with cowboy boots propped on his desk, drinking a coke. He had a rather ridiculous hair do. Virginia suddenly became aware that she was very thirsty.
"So. Virginia M. Wolkowich, is it?" The man said gruffly.
"Yea," she said disinterestedly. "But I go by Ginny."
He gave her a cold stare that Ginny seemed to return before he replied. "Right um-" he put her file away. "I. Am Mr. Sir. Now when you speak to me, if I have spoken to you, of course, I expect you to answer with my name. Now do you, understand?"
"Uh huh."
"What did I just say? You will respond to me with Yes Mr. Sir, like a good little girl."
Ginny winced at being called little. "Yes, Mr. S-Sir." She stifled a snort. Ginny never laughed or giggled, hardly.
Mr. Sir froze. "You think my name's funny?"
"No, n-no Mr. Sir."
"Good." He turned around and pulled out 2 cokes from his mini freezer. Ginny hoped that one of them was for her, but Mr. Sir handed one to the grateful guard, and snapped the one open for himself. Ginny felt stupid.
"You thirsty, Virginia?" He growled.
Ginny's hope built up inside. "Yes, Mr. Sir." Her tongue ran across her dry lips.
Mr. Sir smiled devilishly. "Well get used to it. You're goin' to be thirsty for the next 24 months."
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Ginny followed Mr. Sir out of the office and into the harsh sunlight outside. "See any fence?" He said.
"See any electrical towers or radar? You wanna run away?" He asked.
Ginny was thinking oppositely in her head, but she shook her head no.
"Good. You wanna run away, go ahead. I see you lookin' at my gun. This ain't for you. This is for the yellow spotted lizards. I wouldn't waste a bullet on you. But you know why no one ever runs away from Camp Greenlake? Cuz we got the only water for miles. You try to survive out there, you be buzzard food in 3 days." Mr. Sir looked happily over at Ginny whose face was scrunching up at the thought of being a meal for a large, foul bird.
Ginny shifted her weight to her other foot as Mr. Pendanski approached. "Come on Virginia, its time for dinner…" He took Ginny by the shoulder and she went, without refusing, with him towards the cafeteria. Even though he was a little weird, Ginny found it comforting to know that she was being guided in some aspect instead of guiding.
"You will be taking Robert's spot in D-Tent…Why here comes 2 members of D-Tent now!" Pendanski waved to a chubby black boy and a tall dust-covered white boy with a du-rag and a toothpick in his mouth. Behind Toothpick Dude there was a tall frizzy haired guy acting as if he had just saw a ghost. He jumped a little and then ran in the other direction, giggling. What a weirdo Ginny thought. I hope they're not all like this…
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Ok I could have gone on WAAAAAY longer cuz im listening to happy inspirational songs lol (bowling for soup) but I realized this chapter was REALLY longer than my norm AND I want peanuts so im gonna stop…. Its 9:00 now, maybe ill write again around 11 or tomorrow night…. depends whether I go to Elizabeth's house…ta ta!
Talley****
