The bus door slowly opened, very boys' eyes watching intensely as the new victim took their first steps on the death lands. The new boy had on some kind of black straight jacket that went down to his ankles and a hood with sunglasses, so you couldn't really see what he looked like. The boy was escorted towards Mr. Sir's hut by two armed and ready officers. The boys began to whisper around, trying to see if anybody knew who the new kid was.
Once the boy was inside the hut, the officers quickly left and took off with the bus. The boys crowded around the small window, trying to looked inside to see what was happening.
~Inside~
Mr. Sir slowly walked over to the newcomer and unlocked the straight jacket, letting the person free. Once it fell to the floor, so did the identity. The new boy was actually a new girl, the first girl ever at Camp Greenlake.
Her long brown hair, which had been held up by the jacket's hood, fell down in front of her face, covering her hazel eyes. She was wearing a black mini skirt, black socks up to her knees, black combat boots, and a plain white t-shirt.
Mr. Sir looked her up and down before grunting and motioning her to follow him. "I don't know why we ever agreed to this…this girl's only going to cause us more trouble than we already have…" Before leaving, she grabbed her sunglasses and then ran after him, an evil grin on her face.
Once she was outside, she stopped and made the same grin to all the astonished faces that were staring at her. "Hurry up, girl!" Mr. Sir yelled towards her. She rolled her eyes and put her arms behind her head, slowly walking through the aisle of boys.
Mr. Sir led her into a room with stacks upon stacks of orange jumpsuits, which she noticed that all the other boys were wearing. Mr. Sir mumbled something that sounded like, "Small…" he then handed her a suit and began to leave the room.
The girl dropped the clothes on the floor and crossed her arms. "I ain't wearin' these." Mr. Sir's head snapped back towards her, a vain popping out of his head. "What did you say?" The girl grinned and looked him in the eyes. "I ain't wearing it."
Mr. Sir grabbed his gun and pointed it at her. "Put the damn thing on, girl!" She kept her grin on her face and turned to face him. "Or what? You'll shoot e? Go right on ahead, death is just another adventure. Oh come on, I'm waiting."
She stared at him for a few more moments before she shook her head and picked the clothes up. "I thought that this would be fun, but if no one wants to even bother if fighting me, I guess it's not that bad of a place as I thought."
Mr. Sir's vain began to pop out more and more with each word that she spoke, until he finally hit her across the head with the gun, making her bleed. But she kept walking, as if she didn't even feel it.
"You're gonna have to do much better than that to get my attention, Sir." She walked over to the middle of the dirt looked over at Mr. Sir, stuck out her tongue and began to take her clothes off right then and there, in front to f all the drooling boys.
Mr. Sir finally had enough of her so he raised his gun and took a shot. It grazed her cheek, but nothing else. Her grin became a glare as she snapped her head back over towards him, her shirt off and only bra on.
"What the hell was that for!?" she hissed at him. He grinned and placed the pistol on her shoulder. "You will respect me and you will do as I say."
"Or what? You'll try and shoot me, again?"
"Or I'll send you back."
The girl took a step back, a scared look on her face. She dropped her shirt on the dirt floor and shook her head. "Ok…I'll be good…you don't have to send me back…"
Mr. Sir grinned and looked down at her suit. "Hurry up and get dressed then I'll assign you a tent." She quickly nodded her head and slipped into her suit, giving her glare to every boy who watched her.
She folded her clothes and followed Mr. Sir to a tent with the letter D above the flap. "Here." She handed him her clothes and walked inside. Mr. Sir walked back over to the boys and cleared his throat.
"Now listen up!" I will not be having any more of this nascence! I will get the respect I deserve and I will not be made a fool of! Nobody messes with the girl…unless of course you want to get your ass kicked, I don't mind at all. But once you find out why she's here and what she did, you'll try to stay as far away as possible from her."
A young boy with curly brown hair and brown eyes raised his hand and asked, "What's her name, Sir?" Mr. Sir rolled his eyes and tuned his back to them, beginning to walk away. "Her name's Rebecka Z. She can't remember the rest of it."
Once the boy was inside the hut, the officers quickly left and took off with the bus. The boys crowded around the small window, trying to looked inside to see what was happening.
~Inside~
Mr. Sir slowly walked over to the newcomer and unlocked the straight jacket, letting the person free. Once it fell to the floor, so did the identity. The new boy was actually a new girl, the first girl ever at Camp Greenlake.
Her long brown hair, which had been held up by the jacket's hood, fell down in front of her face, covering her hazel eyes. She was wearing a black mini skirt, black socks up to her knees, black combat boots, and a plain white t-shirt.
Mr. Sir looked her up and down before grunting and motioning her to follow him. "I don't know why we ever agreed to this…this girl's only going to cause us more trouble than we already have…" Before leaving, she grabbed her sunglasses and then ran after him, an evil grin on her face.
Once she was outside, she stopped and made the same grin to all the astonished faces that were staring at her. "Hurry up, girl!" Mr. Sir yelled towards her. She rolled her eyes and put her arms behind her head, slowly walking through the aisle of boys.
Mr. Sir led her into a room with stacks upon stacks of orange jumpsuits, which she noticed that all the other boys were wearing. Mr. Sir mumbled something that sounded like, "Small…" he then handed her a suit and began to leave the room.
The girl dropped the clothes on the floor and crossed her arms. "I ain't wearin' these." Mr. Sir's head snapped back towards her, a vain popping out of his head. "What did you say?" The girl grinned and looked him in the eyes. "I ain't wearing it."
Mr. Sir grabbed his gun and pointed it at her. "Put the damn thing on, girl!" She kept her grin on her face and turned to face him. "Or what? You'll shoot e? Go right on ahead, death is just another adventure. Oh come on, I'm waiting."
She stared at him for a few more moments before she shook her head and picked the clothes up. "I thought that this would be fun, but if no one wants to even bother if fighting me, I guess it's not that bad of a place as I thought."
Mr. Sir's vain began to pop out more and more with each word that she spoke, until he finally hit her across the head with the gun, making her bleed. But she kept walking, as if she didn't even feel it.
"You're gonna have to do much better than that to get my attention, Sir." She walked over to the middle of the dirt looked over at Mr. Sir, stuck out her tongue and began to take her clothes off right then and there, in front to f all the drooling boys.
Mr. Sir finally had enough of her so he raised his gun and took a shot. It grazed her cheek, but nothing else. Her grin became a glare as she snapped her head back over towards him, her shirt off and only bra on.
"What the hell was that for!?" she hissed at him. He grinned and placed the pistol on her shoulder. "You will respect me and you will do as I say."
"Or what? You'll try and shoot me, again?"
"Or I'll send you back."
The girl took a step back, a scared look on her face. She dropped her shirt on the dirt floor and shook her head. "Ok…I'll be good…you don't have to send me back…"
Mr. Sir grinned and looked down at her suit. "Hurry up and get dressed then I'll assign you a tent." She quickly nodded her head and slipped into her suit, giving her glare to every boy who watched her.
She folded her clothes and followed Mr. Sir to a tent with the letter D above the flap. "Here." She handed him her clothes and walked inside. Mr. Sir walked back over to the boys and cleared his throat.
"Now listen up!" I will not be having any more of this nascence! I will get the respect I deserve and I will not be made a fool of! Nobody messes with the girl…unless of course you want to get your ass kicked, I don't mind at all. But once you find out why she's here and what she did, you'll try to stay as far away as possible from her."
A young boy with curly brown hair and brown eyes raised his hand and asked, "What's her name, Sir?" Mr. Sir rolled his eyes and tuned his back to them, beginning to walk away. "Her name's Rebecka Z. She can't remember the rest of it."