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Chapter 2- Welcome to Camp Greenlake
-Bailey's POV-
Two days. That's all they gave me until I leave for Camp Greenlake. They had let me go but I was to stay a certain length away from the house. Thank gosh Millie's is close enough to the house.
Bethel walked up to me and asked, "What can I get for you Lily?"
Lily was my nickname everyone gave me.
"I'll take the usual, thanks," I replied.
Bethel and her husband Richard owned and work here. I asked them if I could stay her until I leave for Camp Greenlake. The house was covered in security rope and investigation crews were always there. No one was allowed near the house except for authority. It sucks, can't go near my own house.
Bethel came back a few minutes later with a large plate stacked with pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast and strawberries and whip cream. I always had that when I came here in the morning.
Taking off her apron, Bethel sat down on the other side of the booth and looked at me.
"Now tell me sweetheart how you got into this mess?" she asked with concerned eyes.
I launched into the story about how I ran from the police, wound up at the police station, was sent to court and got sent to Camp Greenlake.
"And... and they said I killed my parents!" I burst out.
"That can't be true! They were good to you! They loved you and you loved them! There must be a mistake!" Bethel shouted.
Several people turned their attention to us for a few moments then turned back to what they were doing.
"It's all that Ms. Paterson's fault! I probably could've convinced them but nooo! She had to come and ruin my plan!" I said.
"Well you can stay here as long as you want. You leave tomorrow right?" asked Bethel.
"Yep, wish they could've given me longer. Need to get over the shock. Still can't believe they're dead... Wonder who really killed them and set me up," I answered.
After the conversation with Bethel, I left the café and headed for the mall. Since I couldn't go into my house I was going to go and buy them. Bethel gave me enough money to buy what I needed.
First I went to some close stores and bought a few tops and pants. Then I went to the drugstore for toothbrush, toothpaste, and those kinds of items.
I had finished around noon and something struck me. I still had to tell Jake and Ray!
Dropping my bags off at Millie's, I raced to Jake's house. Jake was on the couch watching TV.
-End of POV-
"Bailey! Hey! I was wondering when you were coming around!" Jake greeted her. "Wait a minute while I call Ray, that way you can tell both of us at the same time."
Shortly after the call Ray ran through the door and hugged Bailey. The trio went walked up to Jake's room to hear the current news.
"Start and the beginning and don't leave out any detail," Ray demanded.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, Bailey recalled her night at the police station and court.
-Jake's POV-
"So.... How long do you have to stay at that camp?" I asked. This was getting way to weird.
Why would they send some one who "killed" their parents to a camp? And why does she have to go? She didn't do anything.
Bailey sighed. "18 months, 18 long friggen months."
"That sucks. That means its going through the summer. You can't go to the store with us, or anywhere," Ray said, disappointment running through his sentence.
I asked, "Did you tell them that you didn't do anything?"
"Well I kind of have to have proof," she pointed out.
Ray turned on the TV and flicked through the channels. He suddenly stopped on one of the news channels.
"What the hell...."
"Recently a young teenaged girl has killed her parents," a news reporter read from the papers scattered across her desk. "The house has been searched. The girl was found lying in blood on her bed, a butcher's knife clenched in her hand. It had been found out that the blood was indeed her parents..."
-End of POV-
On and on the report reported about the story. Bailey had finally had enough of it. She grabbed the remote from Ray's hand and switched off the TV. She then threw it at the TV leaving a mark.
"Fuck you!" Bailey screamed, "Fuck the reporters! Fuck this stupid case! Fuck the people that killed my parents! Fuck everything!!!"
She fell down to her knees, sobbing like mad. Jake sat down beside her and embraced her in his arms. She curled up in his arms and cried on his shoulder. Ray rubbed her back soothingly.
After a reassuring talk, Bailey announced that she had to head back to the café. She got up and walked over to the door. She reached for the doorknob. She stopped and turned back to them.
"Thank you guys so much for all your support," she said gratefully.
"No problem," Jake said with a wave of his hand. "It's what we're here for." Bailey flashed them a thankful smile before leaving.
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-Bailey's POV-
I walked home silently, my hands in my pockets. This whole time I was thinking about that Camp Greenlake. What was so bad about it that they could send criminals there? Oh well... guess I'll find out tomorrow.
I had reached the café. I looked over my shoulder and took a look at my familiar surroundings. This was probably the last time, in a long time, she would she this sight.
-End of POV-
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Four hours. It had been four hours and counting. Bailey was riding on the bus to Camp Greenlake. The bus was one of the yellow school buses. Most of the yellow had been plastered with mud and dirt. The bus had probably made lots of trips to the camp.
A guard was sitting in on of the front seats, holding a shotgun in his hand. He stared ahead out of the front window.
"Umm... hello? Excuse me!" Bailey shouted at the guard. "Yo! Guard guy! When do we get to the camp?!"
"Shut up!" the guard grunted in reply.
"Well excuse me," Bailey muttered under her breath.
The bus reached the camp within a few hours. A man about medium height with a cowboy hat on his head was standing outside the bus. The guard stood up and exited the bus. Bailey grabbed her bag and followed.
The man with the hat told her to follow him.
While they were walking the man introduced himself. "I am Mr. Sir."
Bailey slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh.
"You think my name is funny do you? Well let's hear what yours is." He looked at her waiting.
"Bailey," she said shortly.
"Well Bailey, I am going to be stuck with you for the next 18 months so you better get used to me," he said leading her to a small building. "Because neither of us are leaving anytime soon."
Inside the building another man was reading a newspaper. He looked up from his paper and saw them coming. He put the paper down stood up.
Mr. Sir walked in and immediately began to give orders to the other man.
"You will dig a hole everyday including weekends. Your shovel will be your measuring stick. They're stored over there in that building." Mr. Sir pointed to a shed.
"A hole! Everyday!" Bailey said astonished.
"Yes. You have to outfits. They are exactly the same. You will were one for digging and one for after your done. Now what is your shoe size?" he asked looking at her feet.
"About a 7 ½ to an 8," she answered.
"I thought so," he answered. "Dan get a 7 ½ and an 8 out for her to try on." He grabbed the boots from Dan and threw them at Bailey.
Bailey put them on. The 8 was way too big so she stuck with the 7 ½.
Next Mr. Sir threw two orange suits at Bailey. "This is what we have to wear! It's so ugly!"
"Tough. It's all you got," he said
"Well actually I brought some other clothes with me," Bailey responded quietly.
He turned around and looked at her. "Well then you can wear that too. Just wear the orange suit for digging. Now change."
"What?! Here?! You must be kidding!" Bailey shouted hugging the clothes tighter.
"Yea... I guess you better change in the tent." He walked out of the tent. Bailey once again followed, stuffing everything into her bag.
While they were walking a small man ran up to them. "I think I can take over from here Mr. Sir, if you don't mind," he said adding the part at the end quickly.
"Go ahead then," Mr. Sir said rubbing his forehead. He slowly walked away to a cabin.
"I am Mr. Pendanski," he said in a cheerful tone. "I'm the counselor for D- tent. D is for discipline. The point of digging holes everyday is to discipline you. You make a bad kid dig a hole everyday in the hot sun, he will become a good kid."
Bailey walked along side Mr. Pendanski trying to catch every word he was saying, although it was kind of hard because he was talking so fast.
"Umm... Mr. Pendanski where are all of the other kids?" Bailey looked around her. Surrounding the tents and cabins were tons and tons of holes. They could go farther then she could see. "There all inside their tents. They have finished their digging for today," said Mr. Pendanski. "If you need anything the other kids should help. I'll see you later."
Bailey waved to him before he left. "Thanks for all the help."
She walked over to D-tent. She opened up one of the flaps to the tent.
"Uh... hello?" Bailey walked inside. When she looked around she let out a scream.
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Yea! Another chapter done by yours truly! Ahaha! Well I'll try to update as soon as possible. Just keep sending those reviews! Now go ahead and press the pretty purple button! nise-anjel :D
Chapter 2- Welcome to Camp Greenlake
-Bailey's POV-
Two days. That's all they gave me until I leave for Camp Greenlake. They had let me go but I was to stay a certain length away from the house. Thank gosh Millie's is close enough to the house.
Bethel walked up to me and asked, "What can I get for you Lily?"
Lily was my nickname everyone gave me.
"I'll take the usual, thanks," I replied.
Bethel and her husband Richard owned and work here. I asked them if I could stay her until I leave for Camp Greenlake. The house was covered in security rope and investigation crews were always there. No one was allowed near the house except for authority. It sucks, can't go near my own house.
Bethel came back a few minutes later with a large plate stacked with pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast and strawberries and whip cream. I always had that when I came here in the morning.
Taking off her apron, Bethel sat down on the other side of the booth and looked at me.
"Now tell me sweetheart how you got into this mess?" she asked with concerned eyes.
I launched into the story about how I ran from the police, wound up at the police station, was sent to court and got sent to Camp Greenlake.
"And... and they said I killed my parents!" I burst out.
"That can't be true! They were good to you! They loved you and you loved them! There must be a mistake!" Bethel shouted.
Several people turned their attention to us for a few moments then turned back to what they were doing.
"It's all that Ms. Paterson's fault! I probably could've convinced them but nooo! She had to come and ruin my plan!" I said.
"Well you can stay here as long as you want. You leave tomorrow right?" asked Bethel.
"Yep, wish they could've given me longer. Need to get over the shock. Still can't believe they're dead... Wonder who really killed them and set me up," I answered.
After the conversation with Bethel, I left the café and headed for the mall. Since I couldn't go into my house I was going to go and buy them. Bethel gave me enough money to buy what I needed.
First I went to some close stores and bought a few tops and pants. Then I went to the drugstore for toothbrush, toothpaste, and those kinds of items.
I had finished around noon and something struck me. I still had to tell Jake and Ray!
Dropping my bags off at Millie's, I raced to Jake's house. Jake was on the couch watching TV.
-End of POV-
"Bailey! Hey! I was wondering when you were coming around!" Jake greeted her. "Wait a minute while I call Ray, that way you can tell both of us at the same time."
Shortly after the call Ray ran through the door and hugged Bailey. The trio went walked up to Jake's room to hear the current news.
"Start and the beginning and don't leave out any detail," Ray demanded.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, Bailey recalled her night at the police station and court.
-Jake's POV-
"So.... How long do you have to stay at that camp?" I asked. This was getting way to weird.
Why would they send some one who "killed" their parents to a camp? And why does she have to go? She didn't do anything.
Bailey sighed. "18 months, 18 long friggen months."
"That sucks. That means its going through the summer. You can't go to the store with us, or anywhere," Ray said, disappointment running through his sentence.
I asked, "Did you tell them that you didn't do anything?"
"Well I kind of have to have proof," she pointed out.
Ray turned on the TV and flicked through the channels. He suddenly stopped on one of the news channels.
"What the hell...."
"Recently a young teenaged girl has killed her parents," a news reporter read from the papers scattered across her desk. "The house has been searched. The girl was found lying in blood on her bed, a butcher's knife clenched in her hand. It had been found out that the blood was indeed her parents..."
-End of POV-
On and on the report reported about the story. Bailey had finally had enough of it. She grabbed the remote from Ray's hand and switched off the TV. She then threw it at the TV leaving a mark.
"Fuck you!" Bailey screamed, "Fuck the reporters! Fuck this stupid case! Fuck the people that killed my parents! Fuck everything!!!"
She fell down to her knees, sobbing like mad. Jake sat down beside her and embraced her in his arms. She curled up in his arms and cried on his shoulder. Ray rubbed her back soothingly.
After a reassuring talk, Bailey announced that she had to head back to the café. She got up and walked over to the door. She reached for the doorknob. She stopped and turned back to them.
"Thank you guys so much for all your support," she said gratefully.
"No problem," Jake said with a wave of his hand. "It's what we're here for." Bailey flashed them a thankful smile before leaving.
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-Bailey's POV-
I walked home silently, my hands in my pockets. This whole time I was thinking about that Camp Greenlake. What was so bad about it that they could send criminals there? Oh well... guess I'll find out tomorrow.
I had reached the café. I looked over my shoulder and took a look at my familiar surroundings. This was probably the last time, in a long time, she would she this sight.
-End of POV-
# # # #
Four hours. It had been four hours and counting. Bailey was riding on the bus to Camp Greenlake. The bus was one of the yellow school buses. Most of the yellow had been plastered with mud and dirt. The bus had probably made lots of trips to the camp.
A guard was sitting in on of the front seats, holding a shotgun in his hand. He stared ahead out of the front window.
"Umm... hello? Excuse me!" Bailey shouted at the guard. "Yo! Guard guy! When do we get to the camp?!"
"Shut up!" the guard grunted in reply.
"Well excuse me," Bailey muttered under her breath.
The bus reached the camp within a few hours. A man about medium height with a cowboy hat on his head was standing outside the bus. The guard stood up and exited the bus. Bailey grabbed her bag and followed.
The man with the hat told her to follow him.
While they were walking the man introduced himself. "I am Mr. Sir."
Bailey slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh.
"You think my name is funny do you? Well let's hear what yours is." He looked at her waiting.
"Bailey," she said shortly.
"Well Bailey, I am going to be stuck with you for the next 18 months so you better get used to me," he said leading her to a small building. "Because neither of us are leaving anytime soon."
Inside the building another man was reading a newspaper. He looked up from his paper and saw them coming. He put the paper down stood up.
Mr. Sir walked in and immediately began to give orders to the other man.
"You will dig a hole everyday including weekends. Your shovel will be your measuring stick. They're stored over there in that building." Mr. Sir pointed to a shed.
"A hole! Everyday!" Bailey said astonished.
"Yes. You have to outfits. They are exactly the same. You will were one for digging and one for after your done. Now what is your shoe size?" he asked looking at her feet.
"About a 7 ½ to an 8," she answered.
"I thought so," he answered. "Dan get a 7 ½ and an 8 out for her to try on." He grabbed the boots from Dan and threw them at Bailey.
Bailey put them on. The 8 was way too big so she stuck with the 7 ½.
Next Mr. Sir threw two orange suits at Bailey. "This is what we have to wear! It's so ugly!"
"Tough. It's all you got," he said
"Well actually I brought some other clothes with me," Bailey responded quietly.
He turned around and looked at her. "Well then you can wear that too. Just wear the orange suit for digging. Now change."
"What?! Here?! You must be kidding!" Bailey shouted hugging the clothes tighter.
"Yea... I guess you better change in the tent." He walked out of the tent. Bailey once again followed, stuffing everything into her bag.
While they were walking a small man ran up to them. "I think I can take over from here Mr. Sir, if you don't mind," he said adding the part at the end quickly.
"Go ahead then," Mr. Sir said rubbing his forehead. He slowly walked away to a cabin.
"I am Mr. Pendanski," he said in a cheerful tone. "I'm the counselor for D- tent. D is for discipline. The point of digging holes everyday is to discipline you. You make a bad kid dig a hole everyday in the hot sun, he will become a good kid."
Bailey walked along side Mr. Pendanski trying to catch every word he was saying, although it was kind of hard because he was talking so fast.
"Umm... Mr. Pendanski where are all of the other kids?" Bailey looked around her. Surrounding the tents and cabins were tons and tons of holes. They could go farther then she could see. "There all inside their tents. They have finished their digging for today," said Mr. Pendanski. "If you need anything the other kids should help. I'll see you later."
Bailey waved to him before he left. "Thanks for all the help."
She walked over to D-tent. She opened up one of the flaps to the tent.
"Uh... hello?" Bailey walked inside. When she looked around she let out a scream.
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Yea! Another chapter done by yours truly! Ahaha! Well I'll try to update as soon as possible. Just keep sending those reviews! Now go ahead and press the pretty purple button! nise-anjel :D