Hello, all! I'm back and at it don't you groan like that…again. I think I might need a life, but hey, I'm content and happy writing here, so I'm all good.

Now let's get down to business, shall we? We shall.

Disclaimer: I, as in me, myself, and I, do not, not knot, own, as in possession, any, spelled a-n-y, not n-e, thing appearing, as in POOF! here it is, in this fanfiction, which is what this is, for those true imbeciles stumbling upon this story out there, except my character. She in mine. Not yours. Mine. Please do not steal or 'borrow without permission' (a.k.a. steal). Thank you.

Onward ho.

Chapter 4

Welcome to CampGreenLake

Faye pulled back from the dirty, dusty glass of the bus window. Leaning her head back against the metallic seat, she contemplated if the masses of holes she had just viewed shared ties in any way possible with Camp Green Lake. Peering out through the grimy window once more, she also took note of how the landscape had gone through a total and complete transformation. Once grassy and barren, the landscape was now dusty and pitted, desert-like. Not a shrub or tree was within sight for as far as the naked eye could see.

Her eyes widened. On that note, the bus pulled to an abrupt stop at what looked like an old western town, except with only a few decrepit buildings and some sparse tents. There was no green to be found. Faye wondered why the run-down area had even been bestowed the name Camp Green Lake in the first place. Her eyes caught on something green soon enough however, although "something green" seemed to be an overstatement, seeing as those somethings were bare trees, barely surviving the heat and drought. They were placed next to a cabin of some sort.

Faye stepped out of the bus. "Watch your step," a guard said, startling her with his deep voice. She had ridden in silence for too long.

"Will do," she replied nervously.

A guard then received her and led her to another decrepit building. On it, a sign hung, reading:

YOU ARE ENTERING CAMPGREENLAKE JUVENILE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY.

Just another fancy phrase for Hell, Faye thought bitterly.

It was hot out, and Faye could vaguely feel soon a mist of sweat building on her hairline. She wiped it off, due to the fact she now had the freedom of her hands back since the driver had removed the cuffs. Following closely behind her escort, taking two steps for every single of his one. Soon enough, they arrived at the decrepit building and went inside, Faye first. She heard the door shut behind her, and, turning, found no one behind her. She was alone.

Turning back around to face front again, she came eye-to-eye with an uptight and power hungry-looking man. He was wearing an outdated western cowboy hat pulled low over his forehead. Noticing she was still sweating and he was not, Faye realized the room she was in was much cooler than the outdoors she had just come from. Air-conditioned, to be precise. A welcome contrast.

Faye also noticed the man was wearing sunglasses, even though they both were indoors and out of the glaring sun. Noting this as a bit eccentric, she quickly brushed it off and focused on her surroundings.

There was a large bag of sunflower seeds the man was carelessly munching on, and stacks and stacks of paperwork on the beaten and chipped desk he was seated at. The door opened and in came the guard once more. Faye focused once more upon her surroundings. There was a fridge directly behind the strange man, radiating more cool air when the man opened it and took out two glass coke bottles.

"Sit," The strange man said. Faye did as she was told, and quickly. She sat down in a metal folding chair in front of the worn desk. Uneasy, she sat on the edge of the chair, tensing and relaxing every time the guard and man spoke. The man unscrewed the cap on the soda bottle and held it out. Faye stared at it, parched, but looked down again when the guard reached out above her head snatched it. The man uncapped the other bottle and downed a third of it in one sitting. Capping the bottle once more, he set it back in the refrigerator and folded his hands, leaning towards Faye. Faye had been staring at the humongous sack of sunflower seeds before her. He followed her gaze and answered the question he knew she was asking herself.

"Used to smoke. Now I eat those things instead. A sack a week."

He stood up and walked around his desk to face her. He continued:

"This isn't grade school, missy. Look at me." Faye looked up. "My name is Mr. Sir. That's how you should address me. Mr. Sir. Got that?" Faye nodded. "Afraid I didn't here you. Got that?" Mr. Sir repeated at a louder volume this time.

"Yes, Mr. Sir."

"Good. Now what size you wear?"

"Small, Mr. Sir," Faye responded.

Mr. Sir opened up a closet and rummaged around a bit in it. "No smalls. Only mediums and up." Mr. Sir tossed her two medium orange jumpsuits carelessly. He then proceeded to look at her feet. He rummaged around a bit more and pulled out some stained socks and shoes. "Here, put these on." Faye only stood with the growing bundle in her arms, perplexed.

"What you looking at? Put those on. Go on. This ain't grade school." Faye still stood there. Mr. Sir turned around and Faye undressed as quickly and quietly as she could and slipped on one of the orange jumpsuits. She kept on her own socks and shoes for sanitary reasons. Mr. Sir didn't complain. She cleared her throat and he turned around.

"Alright, missy. You see those jumpsuits I gave you? One's for work, one's for free time. Wash the work one every three days. Then switch the free time suit and work suit. Then wash the work suit. Follow me?"

Faye nodded. "Yes, Mr. Sir."

"Good. Now you dig one hole a day, even weekends. The holes must be five feet deep and five feet across in each direction. Use your shove for a ruler. Breakfast is at four thirty, is that clear?"

Faye was shocked. Four thirty? Nonetheless Faye answered an automatic, "Yes, Mr. Sir."

"We do this to avoid the hottest part of the day. The quicker you finish, the more free time you have. When you finish, the rest of the day is yours. Find anything interesting and you're to either come get me or another counselor." Faye nodded once more. Mr. Sir paused.

"Look out for me, missy. See a fence or a tower? Any at all? Anywhere?" Faye shook her head and answered:

"No, Mr. Sir. Nothing."

"Good. If you run away, there's nothing stopping you. Want to run? Go ahead. I won't stop you. Go." Faye raised an eyebrow. Surely there was something afoot. She stayed put.

"Ain't running? Well, that's good. This place here is the only oasis for miles and miles. Plus there's those yellow-spotted lizards. Watch out for those." Faye shivered, despite the intense heat. Yellow-spotted lizards? "Alright now. Time for you to get familiar with the place. I'll have Mr. Pendanski show you around." Mr. Sir walked out of the building and yelled out for Mr. Pendanski to get over there. A small man with excessive sunscreen on his nose hurried out.

"Missy, this man is Mr. Pendanski. He'll be your counselor." Mr. Pendanski smiled and waved.

Mr. Pendanski then proceeded to walk ahead of Faye, leading her throughout Camp Green Lake…

Getting to know her Hell for the next sixteen months.

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