Whoah, these chapters are passing by fast! Oh, can someone tell me how to
do italics? Because, alot of the stuff in here is supposed to be italized,
but I am blonde, and can't figure it out XD. I do not own, "Dig it", even
though it's the coolest song :p. The D-Tent boys sing it! Whoohoo! Let's
give them a cheer!....and then reply to my story!
A/N: Yay! It worked this time! The song lyrics are supposed to be in italized, but I still don't know how :p
Chapter 4: Camp Green Lake
~"Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. You've got to go dig those holes, with broken hands, and weathered souls, emancipated from all you know, you got to go dig those holes. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it-oh- oh-oh, dig it."~
The judge looked at him, his eyes wary and cold. He stared Ricky in the eyes.
"Camp Green Lake."
And that was that.
The words echoed around in Ricky's head. Camp Green Lake, Camp Green Lake.
~"Take a bad boy, make him dig five feet. The dirt and the shovel will give us a beat, well, okay ya' gotta' find something never found before, and if not I guess you'll have to dig some more."~
So there he was. Riding a school bus, his hands handcuffed to the seat, heading towards Camp Green Lake. He wondered what it would be like, a lake, he guessed. Well, he hoped. He looked at the security guard to his right. He had a gun with him, and was staring at Ricky as though he was a maniac.
~"You've got to go dig those holes. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh- oh, oh. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh-oh."~
He couldn't believe what those guys had done. Well, what he had remembered them doing, and what the police had informed him that he did as they read him his rights, handcuffed him, and put him into the police car. He told them he was innocent, but it was his word against 4. A couple of other students from his school had also testified, saying that he had always been a bit crazy, and that they believed Joe's story.
~"Two suits, two tokens in hand, I got no respect 'cause I'm the new man. Got my shovel, shoes full 'a sand, check out the tag, the name's Caveman. Oh, nananananananana, nananana, oh."~
Lucy had been there. The only one who had believed that he hadn't done anything. Even his mom, and his sisters thought he had attacked them. They believed what the doctors told them.
"Yeah? Well doctor's are quacks." Lucy had said. She was right.
No one cared though.
~"Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, oh. A- R-M P-I-to the-T. What is that you' smellin'? Dawg, that's me. I don't take showers, and I don't brush my teeth, 'cause all I do is dig holes, eat, and sleep."~
The bus lurched to a halt. The guard un-locked his hancuffs, and led him off the bus. Ricky looked around. There was no lake. The were no trees. In fact, there was practically nothing.
~"There is no lake, there is no shade, there is no place to hide, so just sit and wait to hide. You've got to go dig those holes. You got to go dig those holes. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, oh. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, oh."~
Some of the boys in orange jumpsuits were staring at him wierd.
'Probably because of my hair.'
~"You hands, they may blister, your muscles, they sore, if you want a break, knock on the Warden's door, uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, yeah. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh- oh-oh, yeah."~
As he passed by everyone, he noticed a group of boys talking quietly. They all stopped and looked at him. One was Hispanic, 2 were African-American, and one was white. They all looked at him with annoyed faces.
'What a greeting' He thought solomley.
~"You've got to go dig those holes. You've got to go dig those holes. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, yeah. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, yeah."
A/N: Yay! It worked this time! The song lyrics are supposed to be in italized, but I still don't know how :p
Chapter 4: Camp Green Lake
~"Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. You've got to go dig those holes, with broken hands, and weathered souls, emancipated from all you know, you got to go dig those holes. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it-oh- oh-oh, dig it."~
The judge looked at him, his eyes wary and cold. He stared Ricky in the eyes.
"Camp Green Lake."
And that was that.
The words echoed around in Ricky's head. Camp Green Lake, Camp Green Lake.
~"Take a bad boy, make him dig five feet. The dirt and the shovel will give us a beat, well, okay ya' gotta' find something never found before, and if not I guess you'll have to dig some more."~
So there he was. Riding a school bus, his hands handcuffed to the seat, heading towards Camp Green Lake. He wondered what it would be like, a lake, he guessed. Well, he hoped. He looked at the security guard to his right. He had a gun with him, and was staring at Ricky as though he was a maniac.
~"You've got to go dig those holes. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh- oh, oh. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh-oh."~
He couldn't believe what those guys had done. Well, what he had remembered them doing, and what the police had informed him that he did as they read him his rights, handcuffed him, and put him into the police car. He told them he was innocent, but it was his word against 4. A couple of other students from his school had also testified, saying that he had always been a bit crazy, and that they believed Joe's story.
~"Two suits, two tokens in hand, I got no respect 'cause I'm the new man. Got my shovel, shoes full 'a sand, check out the tag, the name's Caveman. Oh, nananananananana, nananana, oh."~
Lucy had been there. The only one who had believed that he hadn't done anything. Even his mom, and his sisters thought he had attacked them. They believed what the doctors told them.
"Yeah? Well doctor's are quacks." Lucy had said. She was right.
No one cared though.
~"Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, oh. A- R-M P-I-to the-T. What is that you' smellin'? Dawg, that's me. I don't take showers, and I don't brush my teeth, 'cause all I do is dig holes, eat, and sleep."~
The bus lurched to a halt. The guard un-locked his hancuffs, and led him off the bus. Ricky looked around. There was no lake. The were no trees. In fact, there was practically nothing.
~"There is no lake, there is no shade, there is no place to hide, so just sit and wait to hide. You've got to go dig those holes. You got to go dig those holes. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, oh. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, oh."~
Some of the boys in orange jumpsuits were staring at him wierd.
'Probably because of my hair.'
~"You hands, they may blister, your muscles, they sore, if you want a break, knock on the Warden's door, uh-huh. Uh-huh. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, yeah. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh- oh-oh, yeah."~
As he passed by everyone, he noticed a group of boys talking quietly. They all stopped and looked at him. One was Hispanic, 2 were African-American, and one was white. They all looked at him with annoyed faces.
'What a greeting' He thought solomley.
~"You've got to go dig those holes. You've got to go dig those holes. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, yeah. Dig it oh-oh-oh, dig it. Dig it oh-oh-oh, yeah."