"Hey punk, we're here!" the lazy bus driver screamed from the front.
"Hey jackass, ok!" I screamed back. The guard with his beady little eyes came strutting back to me. He took out his keys. and was surprised to see me hold out my handcuffs for him to take. I had gotten them off in the first ten minutes of the ride. Let's just say the guy was pissed. He mumbled to himself and told me to get off the damn bus. I obeyed willingly.
Outside there were three main things in sight: guys, dust, and guys. The guys were all starting at me, but that would be an obvious response I guess. I mean, they're boys, and they haven't seen a girl their age for at least over a month. Come on now get real. What did you expect them to do, pretend I wasn't there?
So anyway, this fat old cowboy walks up to me and yells, "What in tarnation?! Where the hell is Pat?!"
"I'm right here dumbass!" I yelled back. I always yell back at the people who yell at me, as you can now see. Wow that rhymed. See how great a poet I am. I rhyme when I don't even mean to.
"You can't be a girl! This is a boys' correction facility!" The guy was seriously spazzing at me. It was actually pretty funny to watch. His face was turning all red like he was gonna explode or something.
"No really, I wasn't aware of that!" I commented sarcastically. Did I mention that 'Sarcasm' is my middle name?
"Don't get smart with me young lady!" he snapped at me.
"Then don't yell at me!"
"Excuse me," said a shorter guy who appeared next to us. I could only find the word 'dork' suitable to describe him. "The Warden was informed of Pat's arrival and said the only thing we can do is let her stay."
"BUT." started the fat guy with murder in his eyes. I guess he doesn't like me.
"We don't want an investigation so she has to stay," the short dude whispered. I guess I wasn't supposed to hear that, but of course I did. That got the fat guy to calm down a bit and finally turn to me and say:
"Pat, welcome to Camp Greenlake."
"Hey jackass, ok!" I screamed back. The guard with his beady little eyes came strutting back to me. He took out his keys. and was surprised to see me hold out my handcuffs for him to take. I had gotten them off in the first ten minutes of the ride. Let's just say the guy was pissed. He mumbled to himself and told me to get off the damn bus. I obeyed willingly.
Outside there were three main things in sight: guys, dust, and guys. The guys were all starting at me, but that would be an obvious response I guess. I mean, they're boys, and they haven't seen a girl their age for at least over a month. Come on now get real. What did you expect them to do, pretend I wasn't there?
So anyway, this fat old cowboy walks up to me and yells, "What in tarnation?! Where the hell is Pat?!"
"I'm right here dumbass!" I yelled back. I always yell back at the people who yell at me, as you can now see. Wow that rhymed. See how great a poet I am. I rhyme when I don't even mean to.
"You can't be a girl! This is a boys' correction facility!" The guy was seriously spazzing at me. It was actually pretty funny to watch. His face was turning all red like he was gonna explode or something.
"No really, I wasn't aware of that!" I commented sarcastically. Did I mention that 'Sarcasm' is my middle name?
"Don't get smart with me young lady!" he snapped at me.
"Then don't yell at me!"
"Excuse me," said a shorter guy who appeared next to us. I could only find the word 'dork' suitable to describe him. "The Warden was informed of Pat's arrival and said the only thing we can do is let her stay."
"BUT." started the fat guy with murder in his eyes. I guess he doesn't like me.
"We don't want an investigation so she has to stay," the short dude whispered. I guess I wasn't supposed to hear that, but of course I did. That got the fat guy to calm down a bit and finally turn to me and say:
"Pat, welcome to Camp Greenlake."