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with the boys sentences or crimes or anything, please tell me! I don't have
the Guide to Camp Green Lake, but if you do, will you tell me so I can get
this stuff right? Thanks, and please review!
-Cramp-
Chapter Two: Day Two at Green Lake
Rowe yawned. She was tired - the hot sun, the warm air, and the fact that she had gotten up at 4:30 in the morning to see the boys off.
It was a rule at Camp Green Lake that all staff and campers had to get up at 4:30. Unfortunately, that meant Nurses too. So, very tired and extremely stiff (cots had limited space for movement), Rowe got up, wiping her puffy eyes and looking for her glasses.
By the time the boys were eating breakfast, Rowe was looking in the mirror, brushing her hair. Or at least, trying to brush her hair. It was a very difficult thing to do in the pitch black of early morning. But it wasn't entirely a bad thing, Rowe thought. She didn't have to look at her annoyingly red, extremely frizzy hair (thank you, humidity.) She didn't have to see her face (which she thought, wasn't a pleasant thing to look at at all), and she didn't have to see that her head only barely peeked over the bottom of the mirror (all the Stewart women had been less than five- five.Rowe herself was five-three, taller than her mother had been.)
Satisfied that she had at least combed the sleep out, Rowe stumbled down the steps of her tent and into the mess hall, and grabbed a bagel in the counselor's back room, where she made small talk with the other (all male) counselors. It wasn't until ten to five that they herded the boys outside to get shovels.
Thinking back, Rowe had been almost excited to see Zigzag - something she hadn't felt in a long time. She had been to preoccupied before to really notice boys, and it wasn't until recently that she had become convinced that boys really weren't that stupid.And then she came to an all-boys detention camp. Good decision making, along with height, was lacking in her genes.
Rowe turned her attention back to the files sitting in her lap. As they approached each Tent's digging site, she read up on the campers in each one. This next group of diggers was D-Tent, Zigzag's tent.
D-Tent:
Detainee: Stanley Yelnats
Age: 15 Height: 6'0 Weight: 160
Crime: Stealing shoes - Clide Livingston's donation to homeless shelter Sentence: 18 months
Detainee: Rex Tatum
Age: 16 Height: 5'7 Weight: 153
Crime: Drugs - Caught selling powdered Advil on school campus Sentence: 28 months
Detainee: Hector Zeroni
Age: 14 ½ Height: 5'4 Weight: 124
Crime: Stealing - Payless, two pairs of shoes Sentence: 22 months
Detainee: Alan Petonni
Age: 17 Height: 6'1 Weight: 157
Crime: Stealing liquor Sentence: 26 months
Detainee: Jose Gonzalez
Age:16 ½ Height: 5'8 Weight: 166
Crime: Shoplifting - taking a puppy from a pet store Sentence: 17 months
Detainee: Ricky O'Neal
Age: 16 Height: 6'3 Weight: 168
Crime: Pyrotechnics - setting school property on fire Sentence: 28 months
Detainee: Theodore Jackson
Age: 15 Height: 5'7 ½ Weight: 187 ¾
Crime: Selling stolen property Sentence: 20 months
"Smoke?"
Rowe was jolted out of her reading by the sound of a rough voice.
"Huh?"
"I said, 'smoke?' You want one?" Mr. Sir held out a pack of cigarettes. Feeling she'd better not refuse, Rowe took one, and placed it in her pocket when Mr. Sir looked back to the road. She had offered to help him fill the boy's canteens, which Rowe had figured out early on, 'helping' really meant 'Mr. Sir sitting in the car smoking and drinking refrigerated Cokes while Rowena did all the work'.
Mr. Sir pulled up at a cluster of holes and banged the outside of his door with his fist. "D-Tent! Water! Stop diggin' them holes and git your water!"
Rowe slipped out of the truck and headed to the back, where the boys of D- Tent were lining up to get their water. Each of them looked tired and dirty, and they still had a few more feet left to dig in their holes.
X-Ray was standing in the front of the line. He handed his canteen roughly to Rowe, and she filled it up and handed it back, squinting in the harsh sunlight. The next canteen she took belonged to Squid..she recognised the boy as Alan Petonni; the next was Armpit - Theodore, she thought; then Zigzag..Ricky. She smiled at him, and she thought he smiled back, although she couldn't really tell through all the dirt and grime that covered his face. Magnet (Jose, she noticed) came after Zigzag, then Caveman (Stanley.wasn't that Yelnats backwards?), then Zero (Hector?.he didn't look like a Hector.)
Rowe clambered back in the truck, looking back at the digging boys as Mr. Sir drove away.
Through the dust, she swore she could see Zigzag standing, shovel in hand, staring, as the truck moved slowly away.
-Cramp-
Chapter Two: Day Two at Green Lake
Rowe yawned. She was tired - the hot sun, the warm air, and the fact that she had gotten up at 4:30 in the morning to see the boys off.
It was a rule at Camp Green Lake that all staff and campers had to get up at 4:30. Unfortunately, that meant Nurses too. So, very tired and extremely stiff (cots had limited space for movement), Rowe got up, wiping her puffy eyes and looking for her glasses.
By the time the boys were eating breakfast, Rowe was looking in the mirror, brushing her hair. Or at least, trying to brush her hair. It was a very difficult thing to do in the pitch black of early morning. But it wasn't entirely a bad thing, Rowe thought. She didn't have to look at her annoyingly red, extremely frizzy hair (thank you, humidity.) She didn't have to see her face (which she thought, wasn't a pleasant thing to look at at all), and she didn't have to see that her head only barely peeked over the bottom of the mirror (all the Stewart women had been less than five- five.Rowe herself was five-three, taller than her mother had been.)
Satisfied that she had at least combed the sleep out, Rowe stumbled down the steps of her tent and into the mess hall, and grabbed a bagel in the counselor's back room, where she made small talk with the other (all male) counselors. It wasn't until ten to five that they herded the boys outside to get shovels.
Thinking back, Rowe had been almost excited to see Zigzag - something she hadn't felt in a long time. She had been to preoccupied before to really notice boys, and it wasn't until recently that she had become convinced that boys really weren't that stupid.And then she came to an all-boys detention camp. Good decision making, along with height, was lacking in her genes.
Rowe turned her attention back to the files sitting in her lap. As they approached each Tent's digging site, she read up on the campers in each one. This next group of diggers was D-Tent, Zigzag's tent.
D-Tent:
Detainee: Stanley Yelnats
Age: 15 Height: 6'0 Weight: 160
Crime: Stealing shoes - Clide Livingston's donation to homeless shelter Sentence: 18 months
Detainee: Rex Tatum
Age: 16 Height: 5'7 Weight: 153
Crime: Drugs - Caught selling powdered Advil on school campus Sentence: 28 months
Detainee: Hector Zeroni
Age: 14 ½ Height: 5'4 Weight: 124
Crime: Stealing - Payless, two pairs of shoes Sentence: 22 months
Detainee: Alan Petonni
Age: 17 Height: 6'1 Weight: 157
Crime: Stealing liquor Sentence: 26 months
Detainee: Jose Gonzalez
Age:16 ½ Height: 5'8 Weight: 166
Crime: Shoplifting - taking a puppy from a pet store Sentence: 17 months
Detainee: Ricky O'Neal
Age: 16 Height: 6'3 Weight: 168
Crime: Pyrotechnics - setting school property on fire Sentence: 28 months
Detainee: Theodore Jackson
Age: 15 Height: 5'7 ½ Weight: 187 ¾
Crime: Selling stolen property Sentence: 20 months
"Smoke?"
Rowe was jolted out of her reading by the sound of a rough voice.
"Huh?"
"I said, 'smoke?' You want one?" Mr. Sir held out a pack of cigarettes. Feeling she'd better not refuse, Rowe took one, and placed it in her pocket when Mr. Sir looked back to the road. She had offered to help him fill the boy's canteens, which Rowe had figured out early on, 'helping' really meant 'Mr. Sir sitting in the car smoking and drinking refrigerated Cokes while Rowena did all the work'.
Mr. Sir pulled up at a cluster of holes and banged the outside of his door with his fist. "D-Tent! Water! Stop diggin' them holes and git your water!"
Rowe slipped out of the truck and headed to the back, where the boys of D- Tent were lining up to get their water. Each of them looked tired and dirty, and they still had a few more feet left to dig in their holes.
X-Ray was standing in the front of the line. He handed his canteen roughly to Rowe, and she filled it up and handed it back, squinting in the harsh sunlight. The next canteen she took belonged to Squid..she recognised the boy as Alan Petonni; the next was Armpit - Theodore, she thought; then Zigzag..Ricky. She smiled at him, and she thought he smiled back, although she couldn't really tell through all the dirt and grime that covered his face. Magnet (Jose, she noticed) came after Zigzag, then Caveman (Stanley.wasn't that Yelnats backwards?), then Zero (Hector?.he didn't look like a Hector.)
Rowe clambered back in the truck, looking back at the digging boys as Mr. Sir drove away.
Through the dust, she swore she could see Zigzag standing, shovel in hand, staring, as the truck moved slowly away.