Authors Note: Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, Rainne. Camp Green
Lake is still that dusty hot illegal penal colony. I'm not sure if Logan
will tie into the past events but maybe if I come up with an idea. Here,
she'll probably be the first and only girl unless someone objects. ^_^
Thanks so much for the reviews! I'm working on chapter four already.
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While sitting on the bus, watching the endless desert go on and on, Logan wondered if this had been the best choice. There were holes for miles, all the same in this strange and unnerving place. She shifted her gaze to an older man, who was sleeping, sitting across from her, holding a shotgun in his arms. Eyebrows raising in silent question, Logan looked back out the window with a heavy sigh. In the short distance, she could see a camp.
"This must be it." Logan thought.
As the bus came to a stop, Logan wondered what was going on. All she could see were boys, boys and more boys. There had to be some mistake! Perhaps the shotgun guy or the driver didn't see a difference because of Logan's attire.
Her ponytail was up under the red baseball hat to keep the hair from sticking to her sweating neck. Not only that, but her clothes were so baggy and airy, she could easily be mistaken for a male.
Maybe if she kept quiet about it, she could complete her punishment. Logan would do anything just to stay out of jail. That was the last thing that she desired.
The man with the gun jerked awake when the bus door swung open. He looked at Logan, who was staring back with wide eyes, and got up. "Alright, get out. The joy ride is over."
Logan quickly grabbed her backpack and got off the bus. The dust from the desert caused her to cough heavily and she cursed the fact that she had asthma. She was harshly shoved forward and "Shotgun Man" pointed to a wood building. "In there."
Wrinkling her nose in annoyance, Logan went inside.
It wasn't much of an office. There was a desk, scattered papers and an old fridge in the corner. Sitting at the desk was a man with the strangest hair that Logan had ever seen. He looked up at her with a scowl before silently motioning for her to sit down in the chair across the desk. She did so, staring downward nervously. Did he know that she was a girl?
"Logan Talon. What a name for a scrawny boy like you." The man said. "I'm Mr. Sir. You will call me Mr. Sir, you got that?"
"Yeah, I got it." Logan frowned.
Mr. Sir let out an amused chuckle. "Hell, you even sound like a girl!"
Logan was deeply tempted to scream out "I AM a girl!" but kept silent. Leaning back in his chair, Mr. Sir smirked at her. "Well, you little street racer, you're going to learn plenty here."
"I'm sure I will." replied Logan as she watched Mr. Sir stand up and move towards the door.
"Well? Come on, you little Girl Scout!" Mr. Sir demanded.
Scrambling to her feet, Logan followed after Mr. Sir.
Once outside again, Logan found that there were boys dressed in bright orange suits everywhere. Most were sitting out on wooden porches, glaring at her. This only made her feel more unwelcome.
"Here, boy," Mr. Sir said as he went into a shack filled with clothing. He grabbed a pair of boots and two orange suits. "You get two of these suits. One gets washed every three days while you wear the other for that time. Got any questions?"
"Yeah, um. Do you-"
"Good. Now get dressed."
"N-Now? In front of you?"
Mr. Sir growled. "What, are you stupid or something?"
Shifting uncomfortably on her feet, Logan glanced away. "Well. I'm not digging today, right? No point in getting these suits dirty already."
"Oh, fine. Do what you want but make sure you're dressed tomorrow morning or else."
Logan nodded and watched Mr. Sir start walking out of the shack. She hesitated for a moment before jogging after him. Mr. Sir led her to a tent- like cabin and showed her inside. There were more boys within, sitting on their beds and talking amongst one another. They grew quiet when Mr. Sir glared at them sharply.
"These here are the D-Tent boys, Talon. You'll be living with them for the next two years so better get used to it," Mr. Sir said, making sure everyone said.
"Great. Thanks, anyhow." Logan said sullenly, dropping down onto a vacant bed.
Mr. Sir rolled his eyes before leaving the tent. Let Logan meet the other boys in their own ways. It wasn't his problem.
But it was Logan's.
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While sitting on the bus, watching the endless desert go on and on, Logan wondered if this had been the best choice. There were holes for miles, all the same in this strange and unnerving place. She shifted her gaze to an older man, who was sleeping, sitting across from her, holding a shotgun in his arms. Eyebrows raising in silent question, Logan looked back out the window with a heavy sigh. In the short distance, she could see a camp.
"This must be it." Logan thought.
As the bus came to a stop, Logan wondered what was going on. All she could see were boys, boys and more boys. There had to be some mistake! Perhaps the shotgun guy or the driver didn't see a difference because of Logan's attire.
Her ponytail was up under the red baseball hat to keep the hair from sticking to her sweating neck. Not only that, but her clothes were so baggy and airy, she could easily be mistaken for a male.
Maybe if she kept quiet about it, she could complete her punishment. Logan would do anything just to stay out of jail. That was the last thing that she desired.
The man with the gun jerked awake when the bus door swung open. He looked at Logan, who was staring back with wide eyes, and got up. "Alright, get out. The joy ride is over."
Logan quickly grabbed her backpack and got off the bus. The dust from the desert caused her to cough heavily and she cursed the fact that she had asthma. She was harshly shoved forward and "Shotgun Man" pointed to a wood building. "In there."
Wrinkling her nose in annoyance, Logan went inside.
It wasn't much of an office. There was a desk, scattered papers and an old fridge in the corner. Sitting at the desk was a man with the strangest hair that Logan had ever seen. He looked up at her with a scowl before silently motioning for her to sit down in the chair across the desk. She did so, staring downward nervously. Did he know that she was a girl?
"Logan Talon. What a name for a scrawny boy like you." The man said. "I'm Mr. Sir. You will call me Mr. Sir, you got that?"
"Yeah, I got it." Logan frowned.
Mr. Sir let out an amused chuckle. "Hell, you even sound like a girl!"
Logan was deeply tempted to scream out "I AM a girl!" but kept silent. Leaning back in his chair, Mr. Sir smirked at her. "Well, you little street racer, you're going to learn plenty here."
"I'm sure I will." replied Logan as she watched Mr. Sir stand up and move towards the door.
"Well? Come on, you little Girl Scout!" Mr. Sir demanded.
Scrambling to her feet, Logan followed after Mr. Sir.
Once outside again, Logan found that there were boys dressed in bright orange suits everywhere. Most were sitting out on wooden porches, glaring at her. This only made her feel more unwelcome.
"Here, boy," Mr. Sir said as he went into a shack filled with clothing. He grabbed a pair of boots and two orange suits. "You get two of these suits. One gets washed every three days while you wear the other for that time. Got any questions?"
"Yeah, um. Do you-"
"Good. Now get dressed."
"N-Now? In front of you?"
Mr. Sir growled. "What, are you stupid or something?"
Shifting uncomfortably on her feet, Logan glanced away. "Well. I'm not digging today, right? No point in getting these suits dirty already."
"Oh, fine. Do what you want but make sure you're dressed tomorrow morning or else."
Logan nodded and watched Mr. Sir start walking out of the shack. She hesitated for a moment before jogging after him. Mr. Sir led her to a tent- like cabin and showed her inside. There were more boys within, sitting on their beds and talking amongst one another. They grew quiet when Mr. Sir glared at them sharply.
"These here are the D-Tent boys, Talon. You'll be living with them for the next two years so better get used to it," Mr. Sir said, making sure everyone said.
"Great. Thanks, anyhow." Logan said sullenly, dropping down onto a vacant bed.
Mr. Sir rolled his eyes before leaving the tent. Let Logan meet the other boys in their own ways. It wasn't his problem.
But it was Logan's.