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Terry was pooped. Walking back from her hole was torture, and she got a lovely red patch of sunburn on her neck. It was almost six o' clock, and she lay in her cot, moaning. She was among the last to finish her hole, but at least she had someone to follow back. She rolled over, and reached under the bed for her duffel bag. She found it, pulled it out, and dug around for her burn cream. 'I wonder what's for supper…' She imagined a nice plate of salad with fresh garlic sauce and chopped tomatoes… 'If its made by the same people as breakfast its probably something a little more primitive…' Terry's stomach growled as she slathered the cream all over her back. No, it didn't just growl, it snarled. So she decided togo down to the hall and eat whatever they had festering in the kitchens.

In the noisy lineup, one of the lunch guys sneezed all over the ladle. Terry flinched and grimaced at the pot of 'chili'. It was more like: ground beef, tomato and grease soup. When it was her turn to get served, she nearly puked. The lunch guy slapped a bun onto her plate and then s ladleful of the grease-soup. 'Grease seems to be their favorite ingredient!' Terry thought as she walked over to the tables. As she passed the boisterous E-Tent table, the guy that was behind the counter in the clothes shack called out:

"Hey Girlie! That's one hell of a nice ass you got there!"

Terry spun around, horrified. Squinting with hate, she picked up her bowl of chili from the tray and promptly slapped it into his face. Dribbles of tomatoey grease dripped down his collar. Terry elegantly walked over to her table and sat down, ignoring the silent stares the whole room was giving her. She picked up her bun and quietly took a small bite.

Back at the tent, things were normal except for when José tripped over her bag and then covered up his head and ran to his bed. A couple boys laughed.

Rex was half chuckling, half staring. "That back there…that was awesome. That guy is pretty mean to all of us. But what did he mean about your…"

"He watched me when I was changing into my suit." Terry replied dryly, looking at her toes. Everyone exchanged glances. She reached under her bed to grab her duffel bag and pulled out her towel and beach bag with soap and shampoo in it. There were some muffled whispers and mumbles, but she ignored it. Opening the tent flap, Terry walked out into the darkening evening and towards the showers. 'if I ever get home, I'll personally write a letter to the warden of this camp…' Terry thought as she jogged over to the showers. She turned the corner, and her mouth dropped. The stall walls were quite high, but there was no door on the back of any of them. She carefully chose the cleanest stall and walked in, taking off her shoes. She also draped her towel in the space where a door was supposed to be so she could change. Taking off her clothes, she noticed there was only one knob on the shower. Cold…Turning it on the tiniest bit, she put her hand under and felt the icy water trickle down. 'Maybey it'll warm up a bit if I leave it for a minute…' She waited five and it just got colder. Hesitantly, Terry turned it up and suddenly a blast of freezing water sprayed all over her.

"A I I I I I I I I I I I I I I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She squealed. The sound echoed around the camp, three or four times. Laughter erupted from most of the tents. Shivering violently, Terry washed her hair as fast as she could and changed into the suit. It was filthy, and now it was wet. 'Why did I only bring one towel…' She gathered her things and ripped the towel down, to find a jackrabbit peering curiously at her. Terry ran back to the tent and impatiently stuffed her belongings back in the duffel. The boys didn't notice her, except for Alan. He was watching her and chomping on a toothpick.

"Was that you?" He asked, grinning. Terry mumbled an annoyed reply. He cocked his head to the side, then rolled over. She shivered and pulled the stiff cotton sheet over her head, pretending to be asleep. They weren't talking about her, but it was miserable being here all the same. And with them talking so loudly it was hopeless to get any sleep…