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Squid: why are you twitching?
X-ray: shut up stupid!
Squid: no you shut up!
X-ray: that's it! Back of the water line-NOW!
Squid: *tear*
This story is also by Zeerawolfstar! We're writing it together! Yay!
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Chapter 3- The only girl (A/N who would've known.)
Mr. Pendanski was a small man with a straw hat on his head
and a huge glob of sunscreen on his nose. His phony smile put the
flowers to shame, or at least it would have if there were any
flowers around, which there weren't. Oh well.
"You will be in the D-tent; D stands for diligence!" said her
new counselor. Mr. Sir rolled his eyes. "Oh does it. . ." she replied.
"It most certainly does! Come with me and I'll show you to
your new tent. The rest of your tent-mates are out digging, but
they'll be back by high noon."
"Don't forget to watch out for rattlesnakes and yellow
spotted lizards!" called Mr. Sir, as Desiree started to follow after
Mr. Pendanski.
"Well Desiree, I know you've done some bad things to get
here, but inside you're a good kid!"
"Thanks. . ." she answered slowly. This guy was weird.
Gazing over at him, Desiree saw that he looked uncomfortable.
"What is it, Mr. Pen-dance-key?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "It's like this. You're
theonlygirlinthewholecamp," he blurted out. It was Desiree's turn
to scratch her neck. Was he having a sneezing fit or did he just tell
her something? "Pardon?" she asked.
"What I'm trying to tell you is that *achem* well see
*cough* this camp is mostly *digifat* uh occupied by the *humina
humina* male gender. . . andbottomlineisyou'retheonlygirl.*clears
throat* "
This time Desiree managed to understand him through the
coughing and 'humina humina's, but just barely. SHE WAS THE
ONLY GIRL! Pretending not to have heard, she asked, in her
sweetest little girl voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Pendanski, but you're
mumbling and I can't hear you. Could you please speak a LITTLE
louder?"
"YOU'RE THE ONLY GIRL [BESIDES THE WARDEN]
IN THIS WHOLE FREAKING CAMP! There, I said it!" shouted
Mr. Pendanski.
Desiree was close to tears, not even sure herself whether they
were tears of laughter because of Mr. Pendanski, or tears or misery
because she would be spending the next 24 months in an all boys
camp. It was probably a mixture of both.
While she struggled to keep a straight face, Mr. Pendanski
returned to his phony smile state once again. Finally they had
reached a series of tents. One of them was clearly marked "D" so
Desiree went inside with Mr. Pendanski trailing behind.
"This is where you will sleep," he said pointing to a cot all
the way in the left hand corner, "you can put your things in the
crate next to it."
A question came to her mind. "Where do I change? If you
expect me to strip in front of guys - - -"
"Oh don't worry about that, Desiree; we've got it all under
control. You have a private changing room with a shower inside as
well. It's not that far from here" the counselor assured her.
"Breakfast is at 4:30; you don't wanna be digging at the hottest
part of the day, do you?" he said, watching for a reaction (with that
same, stupid, phony smile on his face STILL.).
"I'm guessing that's a rhetorical question." Desiree's words
were as sharp as nails. 'I'm getting sick of this freak and his phony
smile,' she thought to herself.
Mr. Pendanski shrugged her words off his back and left her
to get aquainted with her surroundings.
Making sure he was gone, Desiree sat down on her cot and
started unpacking her things. Out of her bag came a few of her
favorite books, cheep makeup (hehe the kind she stole.), a photo
album and camera, and her CD collection, complete with CD
player. She tacked a poster of Good Charlotte on the wall and
turned on her CD player to listen to Elephunk (the Black Eyed
Peas album) blasted at full volume.
People killing People dieing Children hurt and you hear them crying Can you practice what you preach? And would turn the other cheek? Father, father, father help us Send some guidance from above People got me got me questioning Where is the love?
She was singing along when she looked up and saw a bunch of
boys staring at her. "Uh, hi," she said, pushing her frizzy red hair
out of her eyes and turning off her CD player. Mr. Pendanski was
back.
"Hello Desiree, you seem to be enjoying yourself!" he said
with a smile on his face. "These are the people you will be sharing
a tent with. This is Rex, Allen, Ricky, Theodore, Stanley, Brian,
Jose, and Zero," he informed her, pointing to each one in turn.
"No mom, you got it all wrong," said a black boy with dirty
glasses who seemed to be in charge, "I'm X-ray, and that's Squid,
ZigZag, Armpit, Caveman, Twitch, Magnet, and Zero, he don't
talk."
"So what are you in for?" asked ZigZag. "I shoplifted a load
of stuff," Desiree replied.
"I'll leave you guys to get acquainted. Remember, if there's
any funny business because Desiree's the only girl here, you'll all
see the Warden- and I mean it!" Mr. Pendanski told them. He
walked out of the tent.
Desiree sat back down on her lumpy, smelly cot. "So. . . you
like Good Charlotte?" Caveman asked. She nodded. Squid was
next to ask her a question. "Where are you gonna take a shower?"
Slowly Desiree looked through her bag and found what she
was looking for. She threw her stuffed giraffe at Squid with
incredible force. The animal smacked him in the nose. She
stomped out of the tent to go get some water.
"She's flirting with me," said Squid. Magnet smacked him in
the head. "As if. She almost broke your nose with a frickin stuffed
animal!"
Twitch and Armpit laughed. Caveman didn't seem to think it
was very funny. X-ray and Ziggy were too involved with playing
pool (you miss a lot when you're gambling away your shower
tokens all day). Who knows were the hell Zero was.
Filling her empty water bottle, Desiree knew staying with
these boys was going to be a pain the ass.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yay, she actually met the boys in this chapter! Really, you guys hafta read and review--- any suggestions??
Chapter 4 coming up soon! (We're belting out these chapters as fast as we can!)
This story is also by Zeerawolfstar! We're writing it together! Yay!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter 3- The only girl (A/N who would've known.)
Mr. Pendanski was a small man with a straw hat on his head
and a huge glob of sunscreen on his nose. His phony smile put the
flowers to shame, or at least it would have if there were any
flowers around, which there weren't. Oh well.
"You will be in the D-tent; D stands for diligence!" said her
new counselor. Mr. Sir rolled his eyes. "Oh does it. . ." she replied.
"It most certainly does! Come with me and I'll show you to
your new tent. The rest of your tent-mates are out digging, but
they'll be back by high noon."
"Don't forget to watch out for rattlesnakes and yellow
spotted lizards!" called Mr. Sir, as Desiree started to follow after
Mr. Pendanski.
"Well Desiree, I know you've done some bad things to get
here, but inside you're a good kid!"
"Thanks. . ." she answered slowly. This guy was weird.
Gazing over at him, Desiree saw that he looked uncomfortable.
"What is it, Mr. Pen-dance-key?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "It's like this. You're
theonlygirlinthewholecamp," he blurted out. It was Desiree's turn
to scratch her neck. Was he having a sneezing fit or did he just tell
her something? "Pardon?" she asked.
"What I'm trying to tell you is that *achem* well see
*cough* this camp is mostly *digifat* uh occupied by the *humina
humina* male gender. . . andbottomlineisyou'retheonlygirl.*clears
throat* "
This time Desiree managed to understand him through the
coughing and 'humina humina's, but just barely. SHE WAS THE
ONLY GIRL! Pretending not to have heard, she asked, in her
sweetest little girl voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Pendanski, but you're
mumbling and I can't hear you. Could you please speak a LITTLE
louder?"
"YOU'RE THE ONLY GIRL [BESIDES THE WARDEN]
IN THIS WHOLE FREAKING CAMP! There, I said it!" shouted
Mr. Pendanski.
Desiree was close to tears, not even sure herself whether they
were tears of laughter because of Mr. Pendanski, or tears or misery
because she would be spending the next 24 months in an all boys
camp. It was probably a mixture of both.
While she struggled to keep a straight face, Mr. Pendanski
returned to his phony smile state once again. Finally they had
reached a series of tents. One of them was clearly marked "D" so
Desiree went inside with Mr. Pendanski trailing behind.
"This is where you will sleep," he said pointing to a cot all
the way in the left hand corner, "you can put your things in the
crate next to it."
A question came to her mind. "Where do I change? If you
expect me to strip in front of guys - - -"
"Oh don't worry about that, Desiree; we've got it all under
control. You have a private changing room with a shower inside as
well. It's not that far from here" the counselor assured her.
"Breakfast is at 4:30; you don't wanna be digging at the hottest
part of the day, do you?" he said, watching for a reaction (with that
same, stupid, phony smile on his face STILL.).
"I'm guessing that's a rhetorical question." Desiree's words
were as sharp as nails. 'I'm getting sick of this freak and his phony
smile,' she thought to herself.
Mr. Pendanski shrugged her words off his back and left her
to get aquainted with her surroundings.
Making sure he was gone, Desiree sat down on her cot and
started unpacking her things. Out of her bag came a few of her
favorite books, cheep makeup (hehe the kind she stole.), a photo
album and camera, and her CD collection, complete with CD
player. She tacked a poster of Good Charlotte on the wall and
turned on her CD player to listen to Elephunk (the Black Eyed
Peas album) blasted at full volume.
People killing People dieing Children hurt and you hear them crying Can you practice what you preach? And would turn the other cheek? Father, father, father help us Send some guidance from above People got me got me questioning Where is the love?
She was singing along when she looked up and saw a bunch of
boys staring at her. "Uh, hi," she said, pushing her frizzy red hair
out of her eyes and turning off her CD player. Mr. Pendanski was
back.
"Hello Desiree, you seem to be enjoying yourself!" he said
with a smile on his face. "These are the people you will be sharing
a tent with. This is Rex, Allen, Ricky, Theodore, Stanley, Brian,
Jose, and Zero," he informed her, pointing to each one in turn.
"No mom, you got it all wrong," said a black boy with dirty
glasses who seemed to be in charge, "I'm X-ray, and that's Squid,
ZigZag, Armpit, Caveman, Twitch, Magnet, and Zero, he don't
talk."
"So what are you in for?" asked ZigZag. "I shoplifted a load
of stuff," Desiree replied.
"I'll leave you guys to get acquainted. Remember, if there's
any funny business because Desiree's the only girl here, you'll all
see the Warden- and I mean it!" Mr. Pendanski told them. He
walked out of the tent.
Desiree sat back down on her lumpy, smelly cot. "So. . . you
like Good Charlotte?" Caveman asked. She nodded. Squid was
next to ask her a question. "Where are you gonna take a shower?"
Slowly Desiree looked through her bag and found what she
was looking for. She threw her stuffed giraffe at Squid with
incredible force. The animal smacked him in the nose. She
stomped out of the tent to go get some water.
"She's flirting with me," said Squid. Magnet smacked him in
the head. "As if. She almost broke your nose with a frickin stuffed
animal!"
Twitch and Armpit laughed. Caveman didn't seem to think it
was very funny. X-ray and Ziggy were too involved with playing
pool (you miss a lot when you're gambling away your shower
tokens all day). Who knows were the hell Zero was.
Filling her empty water bottle, Desiree knew staying with
these boys was going to be a pain the ass.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yay, she actually met the boys in this chapter! Really, you guys hafta read and review--- any suggestions??
Chapter 4 coming up soon! (We're belting out these chapters as fast as we can!)
