Chapter 2: This Should Be Easy
Sarah followed the guard into the little shed. She thought she could feel steam coming out of her ears. Ever since that man had tried to take her, she had been either scared or touchy with boys. Some guys she would be scared of, so they thought she was crazy and left. And the rest would just try and hit on her, and then, she would get angry and yell at them. The bottom line was she just did not like men.
She walked in and saw a man sitting in a desk with a cowboy hat on. 'Great,' She thought. 'Another man,'
"Sit down," He muttered.
She sat down across from him. The guard handed him a clipboard. He examined it.
"So," He said. "Sarah Martin. Killed a man."
"Yeah," She said nervously.
"Why'd you kill a man?" He asked.
"It was out of self defense," She retorted.
He raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything more on the subject. He got up, turned to his mini fridge, took out a Coke and said, "Here,"
Sarah didn't move.
He turned around and saw that she hadn't moved. "You don't want it?"
"It's not for me," She said matter-of-factly.
He narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
She sighed. "I mean, you're just trying to make it seem like it's for, aren't you?"
He stared at her for a minute. Then he gave the Coke to the guard.
Sarah smiled.
"So, we finally got someone smart in this camp," The man said as the guard left.
"Thank you," Sarah put on a cheesy smile.
He glared at her. "My name is Mr. Sir. Every time you speak to me, you must call me by my name. Is that clear?"
She nodded. She knew better than to laugh.
"Okay. Follow me," He ordered.
She got up and followed him out. The guys were still there, but they didn't acknowledge her. 'Good,'
She entered another little shack and Mr. Sir threw her an orange jumpsuit.
"Change,"
Sarah stared at him. "What?"
"Get changed," He repeated.
She didn't move a muscle.
"What the hell are you waitin' for? CHANGE!"
"I ain't changin' in front of you," She told him.
"Like hell you ain't. Change, god damnit!"
"No!"
He stood up slowly.
"What are you gonna do about it?"
She stared right back at him. "Do you remember why I got sent here?" She answered evenly.
He stared at her for a few minutes.
"Okay," He mumbled. "You can go change in there," He pointed to a little closet.
She went in, changed, and came back out.
He gave her the instructions on the camp.
"You must dig one hole each day. Five feet wide, five feet in diameter." (A/N: I'm not gonna say EVERYTHING cuz you all already know everything.)
'Digging. Shouldn't be too hard,'
Oh, how wrong she was.
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Sarah followed the guard into the little shed. She thought she could feel steam coming out of her ears. Ever since that man had tried to take her, she had been either scared or touchy with boys. Some guys she would be scared of, so they thought she was crazy and left. And the rest would just try and hit on her, and then, she would get angry and yell at them. The bottom line was she just did not like men.
She walked in and saw a man sitting in a desk with a cowboy hat on. 'Great,' She thought. 'Another man,'
"Sit down," He muttered.
She sat down across from him. The guard handed him a clipboard. He examined it.
"So," He said. "Sarah Martin. Killed a man."
"Yeah," She said nervously.
"Why'd you kill a man?" He asked.
"It was out of self defense," She retorted.
He raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything more on the subject. He got up, turned to his mini fridge, took out a Coke and said, "Here,"
Sarah didn't move.
He turned around and saw that she hadn't moved. "You don't want it?"
"It's not for me," She said matter-of-factly.
He narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
She sighed. "I mean, you're just trying to make it seem like it's for, aren't you?"
He stared at her for a minute. Then he gave the Coke to the guard.
Sarah smiled.
"So, we finally got someone smart in this camp," The man said as the guard left.
"Thank you," Sarah put on a cheesy smile.
He glared at her. "My name is Mr. Sir. Every time you speak to me, you must call me by my name. Is that clear?"
She nodded. She knew better than to laugh.
"Okay. Follow me," He ordered.
She got up and followed him out. The guys were still there, but they didn't acknowledge her. 'Good,'
She entered another little shack and Mr. Sir threw her an orange jumpsuit.
"Change,"
Sarah stared at him. "What?"
"Get changed," He repeated.
She didn't move a muscle.
"What the hell are you waitin' for? CHANGE!"
"I ain't changin' in front of you," She told him.
"Like hell you ain't. Change, god damnit!"
"No!"
He stood up slowly.
"What are you gonna do about it?"
She stared right back at him. "Do you remember why I got sent here?" She answered evenly.
He stared at her for a few minutes.
"Okay," He mumbled. "You can go change in there," He pointed to a little closet.
She went in, changed, and came back out.
He gave her the instructions on the camp.
"You must dig one hole each day. Five feet wide, five feet in diameter." (A/N: I'm not gonna say EVERYTHING cuz you all already know everything.)
'Digging. Shouldn't be too hard,'
Oh, how wrong she was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ok, I wanna thank my reviewers for reviewing (obviously)
aNgEl-EyEz2529
trucalifornian
ShaneWestismybaby24
Pearl Brandybuck
FighterAngel25