Discalimer: I own NOTHING important, okay? I'm just a boring little girl,
so don't bother me. I own nothing and I admit it so don't sue!
Willow was staring out the window. The dusty road seemed like it would never end. She closed her eyes, remembering why she had been sentenced to Camp Green Lake. Well, actually, they hadn't planned on sending her to Camp Green Lake. They were trying to send her to a normal place for teenage delinquents, but her friend Steve had helped her change that. Those places were so annoying. Camp Green Lake is sure to be different.
Willow ran her fingers through her long, straight blonde hair. As usual, it was a mess. She pulled it back and tied it into a ponytail with the rubber band on her wrist. What was she thinking of? Oh, yeah, why she was here. See, it was just that she.
The bus kept running into bumps on the road. How could she concentrate? She could feel the wheels turning. The wheels turned round. and round, and round, and round, and rou.
"The wheels on the bus turn round and round, round and round, round and round! The wheels on the bus turn round and round." Willow suddenly started singing at the top of her lungs. Then she forgot the words, and besides, it was wasting too much breath. Plus, she noticed the policeman fingering his gun. After taking a few deep breaths she settled for just humming.
She hummed all the way to camp. As soon as she got bored of one song, she would start humming another. And another. By the time the bus pulled to the stop, the policeman was deciding which would be easier, to shoot the girl, or himself. The finally lurched to a stop and he unlocked the handcuff as quick as he could. The sooner she was away from him, the better. She jumped off the bus humming 'Hakuna Matata' and looking around. There were boys in dusty orange jumpsuits coming in from the desert, and boys in slightly cleaner jumpsuits walking out of the tents. They all stared at her. She ignored the gasps and mutterings and snickers. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her baggy, faded jeans. She wiggled her toes in her nearly-dead, size 11 black sneakers. She had on a red shirt that said 'Just because I have a short attention span doesn't mean." and striped socks. The policeman opened a door and told her to go in. Inside sat a grumpy-looking man. He had a mustache and a frown. He was tossing sunflower seeds in his mouth. He was staring at a paper in his hand. "I'm Mr. Sir. So, Will, yer here for breaking into the computer system and..." the man didn't even finish the sentence. He had looked up. "What the hell! You're a gal!" (Hehe, that rhymes! Kind of.) "Wow. Yer a smart one. I thought somethin' was a bit odd. That must be it. Can ya believe I ain't ever been told that before?" Willow smiled. Exactly what she had expected. Mr. Sir just gaped for about a minute. "Er, can we hurry this along? Ya know, I got palces to go, people to see, that junk." She said, hoping it'll get him to move along. "I mean of course you're a girl. I knew that. You're, uh, here to test outn having a girl at Camp Green Lake." Obvious lie, but Willow knew when to keep her mouth shut. "You'll be in cabin D. For some reason, that one just always seems open. Anyways, you'll need 2 working outfits, one for." he went through all the rules and what she'll have to do and junk. (A/N: If you really want to know what he says, read Holes, OK?) Willow walked out and down to the tent marked "D", which she assumed was the D tent. She pulled back the flap that was the 'door' and walked straight into a room full of boys.
Willow was staring out the window. The dusty road seemed like it would never end. She closed her eyes, remembering why she had been sentenced to Camp Green Lake. Well, actually, they hadn't planned on sending her to Camp Green Lake. They were trying to send her to a normal place for teenage delinquents, but her friend Steve had helped her change that. Those places were so annoying. Camp Green Lake is sure to be different.
Willow ran her fingers through her long, straight blonde hair. As usual, it was a mess. She pulled it back and tied it into a ponytail with the rubber band on her wrist. What was she thinking of? Oh, yeah, why she was here. See, it was just that she.
The bus kept running into bumps on the road. How could she concentrate? She could feel the wheels turning. The wheels turned round. and round, and round, and round, and rou.
"The wheels on the bus turn round and round, round and round, round and round! The wheels on the bus turn round and round." Willow suddenly started singing at the top of her lungs. Then she forgot the words, and besides, it was wasting too much breath. Plus, she noticed the policeman fingering his gun. After taking a few deep breaths she settled for just humming.
She hummed all the way to camp. As soon as she got bored of one song, she would start humming another. And another. By the time the bus pulled to the stop, the policeman was deciding which would be easier, to shoot the girl, or himself. The finally lurched to a stop and he unlocked the handcuff as quick as he could. The sooner she was away from him, the better. She jumped off the bus humming 'Hakuna Matata' and looking around. There were boys in dusty orange jumpsuits coming in from the desert, and boys in slightly cleaner jumpsuits walking out of the tents. They all stared at her. She ignored the gasps and mutterings and snickers. She stuck her hands in the pockets of her baggy, faded jeans. She wiggled her toes in her nearly-dead, size 11 black sneakers. She had on a red shirt that said 'Just because I have a short attention span doesn't mean." and striped socks. The policeman opened a door and told her to go in. Inside sat a grumpy-looking man. He had a mustache and a frown. He was tossing sunflower seeds in his mouth. He was staring at a paper in his hand. "I'm Mr. Sir. So, Will, yer here for breaking into the computer system and..." the man didn't even finish the sentence. He had looked up. "What the hell! You're a gal!" (Hehe, that rhymes! Kind of.) "Wow. Yer a smart one. I thought somethin' was a bit odd. That must be it. Can ya believe I ain't ever been told that before?" Willow smiled. Exactly what she had expected. Mr. Sir just gaped for about a minute. "Er, can we hurry this along? Ya know, I got palces to go, people to see, that junk." She said, hoping it'll get him to move along. "I mean of course you're a girl. I knew that. You're, uh, here to test outn having a girl at Camp Green Lake." Obvious lie, but Willow knew when to keep her mouth shut. "You'll be in cabin D. For some reason, that one just always seems open. Anyways, you'll need 2 working outfits, one for." he went through all the rules and what she'll have to do and junk. (A/N: If you really want to know what he says, read Holes, OK?) Willow walked out and down to the tent marked "D", which she assumed was the D tent. She pulled back the flap that was the 'door' and walked straight into a room full of boys.