First Meeting
That stupid little shit, I HATE HIM I hate him! I HATE HIM!!!
Suze's second morning did not start off too well: she started the day by trying to get out of her cot. Only her muscles were too sore to barely budge, and large blisters had formed on her fingers and palms. She was throbbing in pain by the time she had raised only a few shovels-full of dirt, and it was still dark outside. I'll be dead by noon.
By high noon, her arms were stiff, her back felt like it had been bent the wrong way, and four blisters on her hands had burst. The intense stinging took Suze's mind off of her digging, and she just plowed through the dirt, hoping she will soon be finished. The heat was becoming unbearable in her heavy orange jump suit, and she her canteen was almost as dry as the dirt she was digging. Suze made her final measurements, and was glad to make her way back to camp in the late afternoon. She could hardly manage tossing her shovel in the pile due to the intensified pain. Zigzag was right, that little fuck. I hate him. The second hole was hell. I think I'll try taking a shower today, this weather makes you sweat like a pig. She reaches the tent and begins to dig inside of her sports bag, Okay, towel: check, soap: check…shit! How the hell am I supposed to take a shower at a boy's camp? She spotted her black motorcycle t-shirt, and her two-piece swim suit. Hmm, maybe a bikini isn't such a wise choice. So she changed into her swimsuit, and wore the t-shirt over it.
SHIT THIS IS FUCKING COLD! Camp Green Lake had no hot water for the showers, and the water pressure was incredibly weak. Boys began eyeing her in the showers, and some even dared to pass by the showers, making it seem they were making their way back to their tents. Shit. All of these guys are incredibly pathetic! FUCK OFF! There's NO SHOW TONIGHT!
Suze couldn't stand it anymore. She turned the water off and wrapped the towel around her and opened the shower to see three boys standing at the door. Stupid fuckers! You guys asked for it…oh. She realized it was Caveman, Zero, and Squid. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh…" Squid started. Suze glared at them.
"Some guys were trying to…see you." Caveman explained.
"Ya, so we stood here to make sure they didn't come in." Squid continued. Suze let down her guard immediately, Shit, I'm such a bitch to nice people.
"Oh…" Suze stammered, embarrassed. "Thanks. Sorry about…well, ya. You guys scared me so…" Caveman and Squid nodded, but Zero remained still and silent, I guess Zero's a mute.
Caveman broke the silence. "We have a meeting."
"We have meetings here?"
"Ya, with Mom."
"Who's Mom?"
"Mr. Pendanski." Squid explained. So Mr. Pen-dance-key is a 'mom', shit that's scary.
Suze entered the tent to see all of the guys and Mr. Pendanski sitting in a circle. Shiiiiiiiiit, I still have to change.
"Welcome Susan!" Mr. Pendanski smiled broadly at her. "Why don't you change? Then come into the circle!" Fuck, I'm not changing here. She could hear Zigzag and some others snigger at the thought of Suze changing in front of them. Suze smiled back, grabbed her clean jumpsuit and left the tent. She quickly slid on her dry clothes while hidden in the shadows of the tents, with no one in sight. She entered the tent again and joined D-tent in their circle.
"Welcome back! We are talking about self-responsibility, and what it means to know that WE are responsible for OUR OWN actions!" Dear lord, it's a support group, like the A.A.
Mr. Pendanski turned to Suze, "Susan, can you guess whose fault it is that you're here?" Suze took a moment to pretend to think.
"Well, I don't know MOM…I guess it could be my fault" Suze mocked. Some of the guys smiled. Mr. Pendanski seemed to not catch on.
"Very good Susan!" he turned to everyone else, "You are the reason YOU are here! You are not doing a very good job of running your life, but you can change! And return to society as good people!" Oh holy shit, I'm back in the fifth grade. Mr. Pendanski rambled on for a few more minutes, but no one moved from the circle when he finally left the tent. Suze looked around and saw that all of D-tent was staring at her.
"What the hell are you looking at? I know we've already established that I'm a girl."
"What did you do?" Asked Magnet eagerly,
"What do you mean?" Suze responded,
"Why were you sent here?" Armpit answered. Shit, do I really have to answer? Suze wasn't sure if she was entirely confortable with the question, let alone with the answer. I just won't give an answer…
"I was displaying bad behavior." Suze said sarcastically, a few guys smirked and chuckled,
"No seriously! What did you do?" X-Ray pressed on.
"I would do terrible things at home, like: I would finish the ice cream, hide the remote, all kinds of sick shit." All of the boys laughed, even Zero smiled.
"I get it," Zigzag said, giving Suze a mischievous look, she gave him a subtle dirty look. "But we'll find out one day right?"
"Possibly, not now though." She answered.
All of the boys left for the Rec. Room after their meeting, but Suze stayed to write to her parents. What should I say to them? That I'm sorry? But I didn't do anything wrong…shit. Zigzag walked back into the tent and sat on his cot. Suze ignored him as much as possible as she wrote to her parents. Zigzag, on the other hand, kept glancing at her, sometimes even stared for a little while; since Suze wasn't paying any attention, he snuck glimpse after glimpse of her.
"Who are you writing to?" He asked lazily. Great, he's talking to me. Just shoot me please.
"Parents."
"Why?"
"Why the hell do you care?" She snapped.
"Why do you have to say hell in every sentence?" He asked angrily. Suze only shook her head and continued writing, only now with a slight frown on her face.
She was certainly a different girl…