~yeah, I know your thinking, "God. Where did she come from?" Well Shady's
back. Back again. Shady's back. Tell a friend. Okay...old. O.o but hey if
your reading this for the first time, warninining, I do scare people under
the influence of caffine.~
The stupid, ignorant alarm sounded off. It rang through my ears and rung in my head. I didn't want to open my eyes but I made myself do it. As I did, a thin layer of junky, crust-like stuff ripped at my eyelids. The sand in the air had made that. I wiped my eyes. My head was hot. I pulled out my knife that I kept in my chest (it was my only lifeline) and pulled a blade out. I used that reflection to examine my eyes. They were blood shot. I groaned. Pink eye. For some reason, pink eye was one of the most common sicknesses you could get at the camp. Luckily for me, I had it now. That meant going back to the "hospital". Shit. I hate having to deal with Pendanski. And Mr. Sir. I shook my head to rid the thought that the Warden might pay a visit.
But then another idea came to mind. Not going at all. I shrugged. Good enough. I can live this out...
I did my daily routine of waking the boys and getting them up. X-Ray was the first one to see my problem but didn't say anything. Good thinking, I thought to myself. You don't ask too many questions at Camp Green Lake. Stanley, however, couldn't help but ask.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" he asked, "Are you sick?"
"No duface," I growled, "I ain't. And don't ask too many questions around here."
He shrugged, "Okay."
I walked out of the tent. My eyes were still a little teary, but I would survive. I continued my way to the Library. Mr. Sir was just coming around with the keys. He didn't look at me, no problem, but asked one too many questions.
"How come you out here so early? Didn't you want any breakfast?" he asked twisting the key in the lock.
"I wanted to get my shovel. Is that so much of a problem?" I growled.
He didn't respond. Instead, he opened the doors and took out the blue shovel, the longest one, five inches off.
"Well, here you go princess," he said handing the shovel to me. Then he patted me on the head and smiled while his three golden, menacing teeth glistened in the lights.
I snatched the shovel from him and walked over the breakfast line. I stood next to X who was busy getting two bread pieces instead of one.
"Give me your shovel," I muttered in his ear.
X-Ray looked to see who had said that and when he saw me, he looked at me as if I was crazy. "Why should I give you my shovel?" he inquired.
"Because I said so and you don't want to get your head busted into that wall over there."
He looked at and I knew he wasn't very impressed this morning. He threw down his pieces of bread and pushed me hard in my chest against the wall. "Yeah? Well what if I bust your head first?"
I shook my head and tried to get back into focus. That hurt. I thought as I rubbed my chest. I glared at X-Ray and gritted my teeth. I strode over to him and punched him square in the jaw as hard as I could. He stumbled back and fell against a pile of empty cardboard boxes behind him. Everyone else saw what was going on and ran over to us yelling, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
I picked X-Ray up and held him above the ground. "Don't make this a mistake buddy, cause it'll cost ya," and I threw him back down with a slam. The anger was boiling over and I really didn't care if it stopped. X-ray's lip was busted and the back of his head was bleeding. He picked himself back up. He glared at me before throwing a punch. I grabbed his hand and twisted it so hard that I heard it crack. X-ray yelped with pain and bit me on my arm. I let go and held my arm where he injected my wound. It bled and teeth marks were clearly visible.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Mr. Sir roared. Everyone whirled around and got deadly quiet. Both X-ray and I breathed hard as we tried to wipe the blood off. Mr. Sir glared at me, "YOU!" he pointed to me.
I wiped my face again before flipping him off. I wanted to curse him but my jaw hurt and my head was on fire.
"That's it!" Mr. Sir bellowed. He strode over to me and grabbed me by my ear. I yelped and tried to claw and bite at him but it was no use; it was the Warden for me. I took one last glance at the rest of the boys before I was drug out of site.
~I know that wasn't much, but I'll write more later tonight...hopefully. NOW...your job is to press the review button and talk. ~
The stupid, ignorant alarm sounded off. It rang through my ears and rung in my head. I didn't want to open my eyes but I made myself do it. As I did, a thin layer of junky, crust-like stuff ripped at my eyelids. The sand in the air had made that. I wiped my eyes. My head was hot. I pulled out my knife that I kept in my chest (it was my only lifeline) and pulled a blade out. I used that reflection to examine my eyes. They were blood shot. I groaned. Pink eye. For some reason, pink eye was one of the most common sicknesses you could get at the camp. Luckily for me, I had it now. That meant going back to the "hospital". Shit. I hate having to deal with Pendanski. And Mr. Sir. I shook my head to rid the thought that the Warden might pay a visit.
But then another idea came to mind. Not going at all. I shrugged. Good enough. I can live this out...
I did my daily routine of waking the boys and getting them up. X-Ray was the first one to see my problem but didn't say anything. Good thinking, I thought to myself. You don't ask too many questions at Camp Green Lake. Stanley, however, couldn't help but ask.
"What's wrong with your eyes?" he asked, "Are you sick?"
"No duface," I growled, "I ain't. And don't ask too many questions around here."
He shrugged, "Okay."
I walked out of the tent. My eyes were still a little teary, but I would survive. I continued my way to the Library. Mr. Sir was just coming around with the keys. He didn't look at me, no problem, but asked one too many questions.
"How come you out here so early? Didn't you want any breakfast?" he asked twisting the key in the lock.
"I wanted to get my shovel. Is that so much of a problem?" I growled.
He didn't respond. Instead, he opened the doors and took out the blue shovel, the longest one, five inches off.
"Well, here you go princess," he said handing the shovel to me. Then he patted me on the head and smiled while his three golden, menacing teeth glistened in the lights.
I snatched the shovel from him and walked over the breakfast line. I stood next to X who was busy getting two bread pieces instead of one.
"Give me your shovel," I muttered in his ear.
X-Ray looked to see who had said that and when he saw me, he looked at me as if I was crazy. "Why should I give you my shovel?" he inquired.
"Because I said so and you don't want to get your head busted into that wall over there."
He looked at and I knew he wasn't very impressed this morning. He threw down his pieces of bread and pushed me hard in my chest against the wall. "Yeah? Well what if I bust your head first?"
I shook my head and tried to get back into focus. That hurt. I thought as I rubbed my chest. I glared at X-Ray and gritted my teeth. I strode over to him and punched him square in the jaw as hard as I could. He stumbled back and fell against a pile of empty cardboard boxes behind him. Everyone else saw what was going on and ran over to us yelling, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
I picked X-Ray up and held him above the ground. "Don't make this a mistake buddy, cause it'll cost ya," and I threw him back down with a slam. The anger was boiling over and I really didn't care if it stopped. X-ray's lip was busted and the back of his head was bleeding. He picked himself back up. He glared at me before throwing a punch. I grabbed his hand and twisted it so hard that I heard it crack. X-ray yelped with pain and bit me on my arm. I let go and held my arm where he injected my wound. It bled and teeth marks were clearly visible.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Mr. Sir roared. Everyone whirled around and got deadly quiet. Both X-ray and I breathed hard as we tried to wipe the blood off. Mr. Sir glared at me, "YOU!" he pointed to me.
I wiped my face again before flipping him off. I wanted to curse him but my jaw hurt and my head was on fire.
"That's it!" Mr. Sir bellowed. He strode over to me and grabbed me by my ear. I yelped and tried to claw and bite at him but it was no use; it was the Warden for me. I took one last glance at the rest of the boys before I was drug out of site.
~I know that wasn't much, but I'll write more later tonight...hopefully. NOW...your job is to press the review button and talk. ~