Chapter Four:
Reagan took a pair of sunglasses out of her pocket and put them on, shielding her eyes from the sun, which was burning bright over the mountains in the distance. She entered D-tent and found it occupied by one person.
"Hi." She said lamely. An averaged sized Mexican boy looked up from the bag he was digging through. Reagan gave him a weak smile.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking at her with a look of shock on his face. He dropped the bag he had been holding and stood up. "You're real, right? I ain't just seeing things?"
"Why would you be seeing things, you're not crazy as far as I can tell." Reagan shrugged. "This is D-tent, right?
"Yeah." He was still looking at her as though she had sprouted an arm out of her head.
"Okay. thanks." She put her bag down on the floor and smiled at him. "I'm Reagan, who are you?"
"uh, I'm Magnet. What are you in here for. I mean, it can't be anything bad. After all, you're a girl."
"Don't be so sure of that." Reagan said defiantly. "So, Magnet, what is there to do around here besides watch the dust."
"You can come with me to the wreck room if you want. I wasn't planning on doing anything but I you want I'll play you at pool or something."
"Okay, thanks!" Reagan looked around the tent, not at all liking the cots or the hard wood floors that looked as though they'd splinter your feet in an instant. Magnet laughed at the foul expression on her face.
"Seriously, chica, what are you in here for?"
"Arson and manslaughter." She said casually, as if she'd done it a thousand times before. Magnet looked slightly taken aback, but laughed it off just the same.
"What, did you burn a barn or something?" he said with a smile. Reagan couldn't imagine why he felt that girls weren't capable of more than common crimes, like burning a barn or shoplifting.
"How did you guess?" she said, pretending to look surprised.
"I was right?" he grinned to himself.
"No, but good guess. I burned a three-story apartment building to the ground and killed a shit-load of people with it." Tears sprang to Reagan's eyes just thinking about the innocent people she'd killed or injured. All she'd meant to do was kill one person, maybe the women he was with too, but for sure just her dad. The many others had been something she simply hadn't been thinking about at the time, and she hated herself for it.
"Oh, how'd a little thing like you do that?" Reagan almost laughed; he was obviously not very smart when it came to the opposite sex.
"Uh, I hired a heavyweight champion to lift the lighter for me, God knows I couldn't do that by myself! Then I lit the damn thing on fire. Man, was that hard work, I tell you!" she said, completely nonchalant. Magnet looked at her for a minute, then spoke.
"You're shitting me, aren't you?"
"You didn't really think I hired someone to light a fricking fire for me. I'm perfectly capable of lighting a fire Magnet."
"Oh."
"Don't underestimate anybody, and you won't have that problem." Reagan said, laughing at the foolish look on his face. "Sorry, man."
"Lets go, the guys will want to meet you." He grabbed her hand and led her outside and across the camp to a large cabin. "Hey Squid! Lookit!"
"What Mag, I'm kinda busy, man."
"Lookit, Squid, I found a girl!" Magnet dragged Reagan across the room to a Caucasian boy of around fifteen. He had dark hair and a toothpick hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
"Don't do that to me man, I haven't seen a girl in two months, don't joke about things like that. Piss off, I'm trying to play pool and you're distracting me." Squid hadn't looked up from his pool cue and therefore didn't see Reagan. The tall, thin, fluffy-haired boy next to him did, though. The fluffy-haired boy winked at Reagan, who smiled.
"Dude, turn around." Zigzag, the 'fluffy-haired boy' jabbed Squid in the arse with his pool cue, then turned to face Reagan, "I'm Zigzag."
"Reagan Mullally." She looked him over. He was tall, 6'3" was her best guess, and he had the most awesome hair Reagan had ever seen. Both Squid and Zigzag were pretty cute, Reagan had to admit.
"Thanks for making me look like a total assbag Mag." Squid muttered to Magnet under his breath. "Hi there." He drawled to Reagan around the toothpick.
"Hi." She said, smiling at him. He didn't seem to be in too bad of a mood anymore. "I take it you're Squid?"
"yup, you in D-tent?"
"yup." Reagan hated small talk, but she couldn't think of anything to say. Luckily for her, Magnet could.
"She burned down a frickin' apartment building, man!" he said, making Reagan groan in dusgust.
"No, remember, I hired a heavyweight to do it for me." She winked at Zigzag, who grinned like an idiot.
"I thought you were joking about that. wait, I'm confused!" he said, looking at the others for help. Squid cackled. Not a stereotypical witch cackle, an odd laugh would be a better description. Zigzag smiled, but didn't say anything.
"So, Reagan, what did Mr. Sir tell you about this hellhole." Squid sat Reagan down on an old couch with stuffing coming out of it in odd spots, like the sides and the back. "Did he scare you?"
"No, he really didn't tell me anything at all, only that I'm supposed to dig and not mess around with you boys." She explained, looking rather suspicious that maybe there was more work involved than just digging holes. Zigzag eyed her from a few feet away, hearing every bit of the conversation but not joining in. He honestly didn't think she would last long at Camp Green Lake, in the scorching hot sun with nothing to do but dig until you can't dig anymore. He watched as all the guys flocked around Reagan; most of them hadn't seen a girl in many days, even months, so he could understand why they were excited about her. He liked her too, but he wanted to talk to her alone; find out who she really was, not this criminal that she was made out to be. But then again, he didn't think that he would last that long when he first got to Camp Green Lake, and he was doing just fine. He'd have to wait and see.
Reagan took a pair of sunglasses out of her pocket and put them on, shielding her eyes from the sun, which was burning bright over the mountains in the distance. She entered D-tent and found it occupied by one person.
"Hi." She said lamely. An averaged sized Mexican boy looked up from the bag he was digging through. Reagan gave him a weak smile.
"Who are you?" he asked, looking at her with a look of shock on his face. He dropped the bag he had been holding and stood up. "You're real, right? I ain't just seeing things?"
"Why would you be seeing things, you're not crazy as far as I can tell." Reagan shrugged. "This is D-tent, right?
"Yeah." He was still looking at her as though she had sprouted an arm out of her head.
"Okay. thanks." She put her bag down on the floor and smiled at him. "I'm Reagan, who are you?"
"uh, I'm Magnet. What are you in here for. I mean, it can't be anything bad. After all, you're a girl."
"Don't be so sure of that." Reagan said defiantly. "So, Magnet, what is there to do around here besides watch the dust."
"You can come with me to the wreck room if you want. I wasn't planning on doing anything but I you want I'll play you at pool or something."
"Okay, thanks!" Reagan looked around the tent, not at all liking the cots or the hard wood floors that looked as though they'd splinter your feet in an instant. Magnet laughed at the foul expression on her face.
"Seriously, chica, what are you in here for?"
"Arson and manslaughter." She said casually, as if she'd done it a thousand times before. Magnet looked slightly taken aback, but laughed it off just the same.
"What, did you burn a barn or something?" he said with a smile. Reagan couldn't imagine why he felt that girls weren't capable of more than common crimes, like burning a barn or shoplifting.
"How did you guess?" she said, pretending to look surprised.
"I was right?" he grinned to himself.
"No, but good guess. I burned a three-story apartment building to the ground and killed a shit-load of people with it." Tears sprang to Reagan's eyes just thinking about the innocent people she'd killed or injured. All she'd meant to do was kill one person, maybe the women he was with too, but for sure just her dad. The many others had been something she simply hadn't been thinking about at the time, and she hated herself for it.
"Oh, how'd a little thing like you do that?" Reagan almost laughed; he was obviously not very smart when it came to the opposite sex.
"Uh, I hired a heavyweight champion to lift the lighter for me, God knows I couldn't do that by myself! Then I lit the damn thing on fire. Man, was that hard work, I tell you!" she said, completely nonchalant. Magnet looked at her for a minute, then spoke.
"You're shitting me, aren't you?"
"You didn't really think I hired someone to light a fricking fire for me. I'm perfectly capable of lighting a fire Magnet."
"Oh."
"Don't underestimate anybody, and you won't have that problem." Reagan said, laughing at the foolish look on his face. "Sorry, man."
"Lets go, the guys will want to meet you." He grabbed her hand and led her outside and across the camp to a large cabin. "Hey Squid! Lookit!"
"What Mag, I'm kinda busy, man."
"Lookit, Squid, I found a girl!" Magnet dragged Reagan across the room to a Caucasian boy of around fifteen. He had dark hair and a toothpick hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
"Don't do that to me man, I haven't seen a girl in two months, don't joke about things like that. Piss off, I'm trying to play pool and you're distracting me." Squid hadn't looked up from his pool cue and therefore didn't see Reagan. The tall, thin, fluffy-haired boy next to him did, though. The fluffy-haired boy winked at Reagan, who smiled.
"Dude, turn around." Zigzag, the 'fluffy-haired boy' jabbed Squid in the arse with his pool cue, then turned to face Reagan, "I'm Zigzag."
"Reagan Mullally." She looked him over. He was tall, 6'3" was her best guess, and he had the most awesome hair Reagan had ever seen. Both Squid and Zigzag were pretty cute, Reagan had to admit.
"Thanks for making me look like a total assbag Mag." Squid muttered to Magnet under his breath. "Hi there." He drawled to Reagan around the toothpick.
"Hi." She said, smiling at him. He didn't seem to be in too bad of a mood anymore. "I take it you're Squid?"
"yup, you in D-tent?"
"yup." Reagan hated small talk, but she couldn't think of anything to say. Luckily for her, Magnet could.
"She burned down a frickin' apartment building, man!" he said, making Reagan groan in dusgust.
"No, remember, I hired a heavyweight to do it for me." She winked at Zigzag, who grinned like an idiot.
"I thought you were joking about that. wait, I'm confused!" he said, looking at the others for help. Squid cackled. Not a stereotypical witch cackle, an odd laugh would be a better description. Zigzag smiled, but didn't say anything.
"So, Reagan, what did Mr. Sir tell you about this hellhole." Squid sat Reagan down on an old couch with stuffing coming out of it in odd spots, like the sides and the back. "Did he scare you?"
"No, he really didn't tell me anything at all, only that I'm supposed to dig and not mess around with you boys." She explained, looking rather suspicious that maybe there was more work involved than just digging holes. Zigzag eyed her from a few feet away, hearing every bit of the conversation but not joining in. He honestly didn't think she would last long at Camp Green Lake, in the scorching hot sun with nothing to do but dig until you can't dig anymore. He watched as all the guys flocked around Reagan; most of them hadn't seen a girl in many days, even months, so he could understand why they were excited about her. He liked her too, but he wanted to talk to her alone; find out who she really was, not this criminal that she was made out to be. But then again, he didn't think that he would last that long when he first got to Camp Green Lake, and he was doing just fine. He'd have to wait and see.