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The guard grabbed Carl by the arm and harshly dragged him off the bus. Carl wanted to tell the guard that if he really wanted to treat him rough, he might as well be back in the asylum. But then he remembered the gun and how he didn't want to give Mrs. Winter that pleasure. He wouldn't.
Carl could see that Camp Green Lake consisted of tents, two cabins, a large pavilion that looked like a mess hall, a shack, and lots and lots of holes. He wondered what the holes were from.
The guard dragged him into the larger cabin, where a short, balding man was sitting behind a desk chewing on sunflower seeds. The guard threw Carl down and then promptly walked back to the bus, groaning about another nine hours back.
Was it really nine hours? Wow. Carl must have slept for a long time.
"My name is Mr. Sir. From now on, you will either call me "Mr. Sir" Understand?"
"Yes Mr. Sir" Carl answered.
"Good. This isn't Girl Scouts." Mr. Sir got up from behind his desk and walked into the next room.
"Follow me" He said to Carl. They went into the next room, and Mr. Sir did an inspection of Carl's backpack. Finding nothing that needed to be taken away, the strip search was done, and Mr. Sir handed Carl two orange uniforms.
"Put one on" Mr. Sir instructed. "That one will be your work uniform, and the other will be your rest one. When the laundry is done, the work one will become the rest one and vice versa. Are you ready to go meet your tent mates and counselor?"
"Yes Mr. Sir, but may I ask a question?" Carl asked tentatively.
"Make it snappy, I haven't got all day"
"Will I be able to switch tents if I don't like the one I'm put in?" Mr. Sir started laughing hysterically, and he laughed so hard his face turned purple.
"No, son. You are here for a reason. You will do what you are told and nothing less, understand? You will stay in the same tent for the next eighteen months, no arguments."
"Yes Mr. Sir."
"Now, lets go meet your tent mates. You start work tomorrow."
The guard grabbed Carl by the arm and harshly dragged him off the bus. Carl wanted to tell the guard that if he really wanted to treat him rough, he might as well be back in the asylum. But then he remembered the gun and how he didn't want to give Mrs. Winter that pleasure. He wouldn't.
Carl could see that Camp Green Lake consisted of tents, two cabins, a large pavilion that looked like a mess hall, a shack, and lots and lots of holes. He wondered what the holes were from.
The guard dragged him into the larger cabin, where a short, balding man was sitting behind a desk chewing on sunflower seeds. The guard threw Carl down and then promptly walked back to the bus, groaning about another nine hours back.
Was it really nine hours? Wow. Carl must have slept for a long time.
"My name is Mr. Sir. From now on, you will either call me "Mr. Sir" Understand?"
"Yes Mr. Sir" Carl answered.
"Good. This isn't Girl Scouts." Mr. Sir got up from behind his desk and walked into the next room.
"Follow me" He said to Carl. They went into the next room, and Mr. Sir did an inspection of Carl's backpack. Finding nothing that needed to be taken away, the strip search was done, and Mr. Sir handed Carl two orange uniforms.
"Put one on" Mr. Sir instructed. "That one will be your work uniform, and the other will be your rest one. When the laundry is done, the work one will become the rest one and vice versa. Are you ready to go meet your tent mates and counselor?"
"Yes Mr. Sir, but may I ask a question?" Carl asked tentatively.
"Make it snappy, I haven't got all day"
"Will I be able to switch tents if I don't like the one I'm put in?" Mr. Sir started laughing hysterically, and he laughed so hard his face turned purple.
"No, son. You are here for a reason. You will do what you are told and nothing less, understand? You will stay in the same tent for the next eighteen months, no arguments."
"Yes Mr. Sir."
"Now, lets go meet your tent mates. You start work tomorrow."