In the beginning
The scorching sun beamed down as it always did, offering no mercy to those that walked the dry wasteland that was the camp. Sweaty, dirty boys, clad in their uniforms of orange jumpsuits and white T-shirts turned a tan color from the sweat and dirt, roamed the camp hopelessly.
A large yellow bus sped down the dust road in the distance, clouds billowing from the tiers. An unusual thing was bound to happen sooner or later, to the dull camp and this was it. A girl, not just any girl, the first and only girl at camp green lake rode that very bus. Sweat poured down her face, as the bus seemed to get hotter as every hour went by. The handcuffs on her wrist that held her down to the seat dug into her skin, feeling like they had permanently become part of her body.
The guard stared at her from ten seats up, watching her oddly. The gun he held seemed to be no threat to her, nor did the glare she got from the driver when he looked at her, glancing in the mirror at her.
At her feet sat a small green duffel bag she had filled with things she thought she would need. Just simple things like extra T-shirts and undergarments, a toothbrush and toothpaste, a razor and shaving cream, and a small container that held a bottle of black nail polish and a few scented chapsticks, no idea why she brought that along.
The bus came screeching to a halt, finally at the camp. There was no going back now, there was no going back the second she picked up that gun, and only for her own protection. But that was in the past, camp green lake was her future and present.
The guard stepped off first, as the doors opened. Alas no breeze to cool down the bus, not even the smallest hint of a breeze could be detected. The girl's handcuffs were removed, as she walked down of the bus, tripping on the last step.
Heads turned, looking right at the new arrival. As soon as it was detected that a girl was on campgrounds, whistles and catcalls started up. Boys of all ages roared with laughter at the jokes their friends made. "You ain't gonna last a day here lil'gal!" called out one of the boys, causing his friends to double over with laughter. She silently shook her head and carried on her way to an old wooden cabin; there were about four on the campsite and a shower.
As she stepped inside the wood cabin the floorboards creaked beneath her feet, the disturbing sound of someone spitting out something followed, making her cringe in disgust at the man in front of her. Seated at the old worn out desk sat a man with a cowboy hat atop his head, covering his messy brown hair. His face was screwed up in a look of anger, confusion, and trying to chew the sunflower seeds in his mouth. He lifted up a folder to his face, as if reading something. She noticed it was her document, if he wanted to he could read everything about her just from one little folder. One little threatening folder, if others got hold of it, it could mean the worse for her.
"Welcome to Camp Green Lake, Ash Cinders. You're going to spend the next four years, as the first and only girl ever to dig up a hole here. Thirsty?" he asked, and continued, not waiting for an answer. "Get used to it because your going to be thirsty for the next four years." He pulled out a bottle of coke, handing it to the guard. Ash glared at him then went back to scanning the room. "You are to call me Mr.sir." He said standing up with a grunt. "Follow me." He barked at her, walking out the door into the heat, leading her to another cabin with rows upon rows of orange suits and boots. Mr.Sir pulled down two suits, throwing them at her. Trying to catch them she fumbled, almost getting hit with the boots he threw down next. "Change into these, you get one suit for work and one for relaxation. Laundry is done every three days." Ash unfolded one of the suits, dropping the other one on the floor. Holding it up she made a disgusted face, and looked around for where she was supposed to change. "I'm not changing in front of you." She hissed, glaring at Mr.sir and the boy behind the desk. "You're going to have to get used to changing in front of guys. You're not getting any special treatment here." Mr.sir turned around anyway, the boy behind the desk snickered and turned slightly.
Ash slipped off her shoes and jeans, leaving her tank top on. Pulling the suit up to her waist she tied the sleeves around her hips. "Alright so laundry done every three days, I have to wear ugly suits, anything else?" Mr.sir turned back around, grabbing her bag from her side, throwing it to the boy. He ripped it open, looking through her things, a large grin on his face. Mr.Sir turned so his back was to the boy, letting him search through her things making sure it was all acceptable.
"You're going to get a shovel every day, it is 5 feet tall. This is how deep and wide your hole should be. You dig holes to build character." Ash looked past Mr.sir, watching the boy dig through her bag like it was his own. The boy lifted up a bra from the bag, his grin widening as he waved it around, she watched him, boiling with anger. As soon as she got her bag back and Mr.Sir's attention was somewhere else, Ash flicked off the boy, smirking as she walked away towards her tent Mr.sir rambling on about lizards and snakes.