AN: I felt like continuing this so I will. And no flames please
Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Green Lake, or the characters. I do own Crystal, and her children.
Summary: Umm... Not sure yet so read to find out.
Chapter 3: umm, never mind
I walked around inside the tent while clutching the letter that gave me freedom. I tried not to worry about all of the things that could possibly happen to me. The wildlife and the digging, and so much more of the fear that could cause me to run and hide in one of those holes far off in the distance.
Slowly it got darker and I watched the campers one by one return to the tent. It was my first night here so I tried to put the thought about making friends and digging into the corner of my mind. It didn't work too well because of my insomnia. Just when I started to drift to sleep I heard Armpit's snores starting. For the entire night I was waiting in limbo land between sleeping and being awake, drifting back and forth until the blow horn went off for us to start digging.
I grabbed a shovel from the 'library' and started to walk towards our digging site. Just then someone stopped me. It was Zigzag.
"You should eat something now, because the truck doesn't come out for a while. It seems like forever when you dig your first hole" He just went on and on about stuff like that until I just gave in.
"Fine I'll eat something. What crap do you suggest eating?" I asked. He told me that the tortillas were good. Better then the food they normally eat. So I grabbed one and started walking again.
I stood looking at the ground until I found a crease. It showed that the ground didn't have enough water. But who cared about the ground. I was thirsty too and I wasn't just about to give up all of my water to it. Well anyway I stabbed the shovel in the ground and jumped on the shovel. I caught my balance before I fell on the ground. When I got my hole about a foot and a half deep I saw the water truck stop.
When I got out of my hole I saw that everyone else had just about three feet for their hole. I got my water canteen refilled and got some lunch. I was reassured that the blisters on my hands were normal and that it would turn to callus eventually.
I was the last one to finish digging my hole, and was so tired afterwards that I just collapsed there. I guess it was from all the heat. Pendanski found me there a few hours later. The warden was informed about this immediately. She said that from now on I was to have 2 canteens with me when I went out digging and was to be checked on regularly by either Mr. Sir, or Pendanski.
It turned out that the other people in D-Tent were sort of nervous about me. In the beginning they thought I was a slow digger, which I was. Then after an hour Some one notified Pendanski. I never found out who it was, but I hoped that it was Zigzag.
I had some dinner, which I still thought was disgusting. I hoped I got used to it. I hope it's healthy. For the kids like you know. Well, not that anybody would care about the kids. My kids. They are my kids and no one else's.
Finally I walked into the tent and collapsed on the bed. My bed. It was mine and mine alone. Or so I thought. The next morning I awoke to find out that I fell asleep on Pay up's bed. She realized that I was too tired to move, because she tried to move me to my bed but was unsuccessful in doing so.
Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Green Lake, or the characters. I do own Crystal, and her children.
Summary: Umm... Not sure yet so read to find out.
Chapter 3: umm, never mind
I walked around inside the tent while clutching the letter that gave me freedom. I tried not to worry about all of the things that could possibly happen to me. The wildlife and the digging, and so much more of the fear that could cause me to run and hide in one of those holes far off in the distance.
Slowly it got darker and I watched the campers one by one return to the tent. It was my first night here so I tried to put the thought about making friends and digging into the corner of my mind. It didn't work too well because of my insomnia. Just when I started to drift to sleep I heard Armpit's snores starting. For the entire night I was waiting in limbo land between sleeping and being awake, drifting back and forth until the blow horn went off for us to start digging.
I grabbed a shovel from the 'library' and started to walk towards our digging site. Just then someone stopped me. It was Zigzag.
"You should eat something now, because the truck doesn't come out for a while. It seems like forever when you dig your first hole" He just went on and on about stuff like that until I just gave in.
"Fine I'll eat something. What crap do you suggest eating?" I asked. He told me that the tortillas were good. Better then the food they normally eat. So I grabbed one and started walking again.
I stood looking at the ground until I found a crease. It showed that the ground didn't have enough water. But who cared about the ground. I was thirsty too and I wasn't just about to give up all of my water to it. Well anyway I stabbed the shovel in the ground and jumped on the shovel. I caught my balance before I fell on the ground. When I got my hole about a foot and a half deep I saw the water truck stop.
When I got out of my hole I saw that everyone else had just about three feet for their hole. I got my water canteen refilled and got some lunch. I was reassured that the blisters on my hands were normal and that it would turn to callus eventually.
I was the last one to finish digging my hole, and was so tired afterwards that I just collapsed there. I guess it was from all the heat. Pendanski found me there a few hours later. The warden was informed about this immediately. She said that from now on I was to have 2 canteens with me when I went out digging and was to be checked on regularly by either Mr. Sir, or Pendanski.
It turned out that the other people in D-Tent were sort of nervous about me. In the beginning they thought I was a slow digger, which I was. Then after an hour Some one notified Pendanski. I never found out who it was, but I hoped that it was Zigzag.
I had some dinner, which I still thought was disgusting. I hoped I got used to it. I hope it's healthy. For the kids like you know. Well, not that anybody would care about the kids. My kids. They are my kids and no one else's.
Finally I walked into the tent and collapsed on the bed. My bed. It was mine and mine alone. Or so I thought. The next morning I awoke to find out that I fell asleep on Pay up's bed. She realized that I was too tired to move, because she tried to move me to my bed but was unsuccessful in doing so.