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Chapter 2: ArrivalThe guard rapped his finger twice on the handcuffs, making them snap open. He then grabbed Terry by the wrist and shoved her through the bus door and down the steps. She nearly fell flat on her face, but grabbed onto a signpost. Looking up, she read it:
W LCO E O CAMP GREE KE
Some of the painted letters had worn off and the remaining flakes were clinging on by who knows what. Terry was startled by a sudden bark.
"So you're the new boy?" She whirled around to see a rustic potbellied man with a filthy jean jacket and holly cowboy hat on. His sideburns extended almost to the corners of his mouth. He waddled over to her and raised an eyebrow.
"He don't look like a boy to me, Mister Sir!" Piped up a tall black kid. There was a growing crowd as Sir Sideburns frantically searched the papers on his clipboard.
"What's yer name?" He croaked.
"Uh…Terry Jansen…." Sideburns slid his finger down a list and stopped.
"Ah, yes…Well how come they sent yeh here? This is a boys' facility." A murmur arose from the bystanders.
"Um…I'm not quite sure but I think the Judge was—
"No matter! After that little incident with the food poisoning I don't want them government people tramping through here…" He turned around and glared at the already big crowd of boys watching. "WELL? What do y'all want? This ain't none of yer business, now GO!" Boomed Mr. Sideburns. Instantaneously, they all rushed into the sun bleached wooden building behind.
"Kids…" He muttered under his breath. "Now come with me." He hobbled over into the cabin-like building across the dusty road. They went inside, and it smelled like a wet sheep. Musty and filthy…. "What size clothin' do you wear?" Asked Sideburns.
"Medium."
A 'tough' looking guy behind the counter dug around in one of the shelves and produced two orange work suits.
"One's fer work and one's fer relaxation. Three days and then yer rest clothes become yer work clothes 'cuz yer work clothes be washed." Terry looked at them. Three days…yuck…
"Well? Go ahead! Change!" He barked. He turned around to inspect a duty sheet, but the guy behind the counter was still watching, almost eagerly. She shot him an icy scowl. 'Look away already you creep!' She turned around and changed as quickly as possible. When she turned back around Sideburns was scribbling something onto the paper and the boy behind the counter smirked and winked. 'Ass hole…'
"Done? Good. Take this canteen." He thrust a dirty worn out milk jug into her arms and walked outside. "Mr. Pendanski is in that tent over there. That's tent D, where you'll be staying." Terry walked slowly over to the big brown tent. It had a big painted black D on the sides. She opened the flap and was about to say 'Mr. Pendanski?' but all the boys suddenly fell silent. Their mouths hung open. Most of them were sitting together on one bed, except for two who were playing cards and one just curled up on the floor.
"Uhhh…The guy with the sideburns told me to see Mr. Pendanski…." The stupid boys said nothing and just kept staring. 'God damn it…just tell me!' Terry's eyes darted to the side, trying to escape the embarrassment. She could feel her cheeks burning red. All of a sudden the tent flaps opened and a short man with a safari hat and lots of sunscreen on his nose hopped in.
"Alright boys, there's—Oh! She's already here!" The overly cheerful Mr. Pendanski flashed a toothy grin at her. She did not return it. "Okay….well, you get to sleep next to Stanley and Ricky. Keep your bed clean! And remember, Theres an inspection every day after supper. Which brings me to the meal part. Breakfast is at 5:00 sharp, anyone who misses is will have to settle for the pita bread snack. Lunch is served out, and supper is at 6. And the showers are over …" He paused and looked down at Terry.
"Heh…We'll work that out later…For now you'll just have to make due. Anyways, the wake up call is at 4:00 and you have to be down to the Main hall by five or you miss breakfast." He opened his mouth to speak but there was a sudden crash in the neighboring tent. "Be right back…"
Terry reluctantly sat down on the old mattress. It wasn't as stained as some of the other ones, but it was nasty all the same. She dragged her backpack onto, it too. Mr. Pendanski smiled once more then quickly left. All eyes were on Terry. No one said Anything.
'These next 18 months are going to suck…'
