The kids of E tent stopped digging and watched as the big yellow bus rolled
past, picking up dust as it moved along.
"That'll be the D tent replacements," a boy named Easy said as he leaned on his shovel and watched the bus slow down.
A tall boy with a deep slit in his lower lip glared at Easy for even mentioning D tent.
The Warden watched the bus slow down to a complete stop from her livingroom window. She wasn't pleased with the judges' desions to send these new kids to Camp Green Lake; if anyone new that all of the origional D tent members were lyeing lifless out in the desert she would be dead.
Mr. Sir greeted the police guard who was the first to get off the bus and stretch his sore legs. Second to get off the bus was a lengthy girl with dark, dark red hair and thick mascara. The thrid person off the bus was a very thin pale boy who stared around wildly as if he was worried someone was going to attack him.
"Christina Kilkenny," Mr. Sir read off of a clipboard in his hands. "And Andrew Schiff?" Mr. Sir raised his eyebrows at Andrew who's eyes darted quickly around, taking in the scene around him.
Mr. Sir introduced himself then took Christina and Andrew on a tour of Camp Greenlak; the showers, the Mess Hall, the Wreck Room, their new outfits, the grounds, and finally their empty tents.
"Urm, you can decide which tent you wanna sleep in," Mr. Sir said. "Today you two can just get settled, but tomorrow you start your work." Then he went on to explain how they would have to dig their holes. "Okay well I'll leave you now," Mr. Sir said after he'd finished his explaining. "I'll be sending some kids from a different tent to come in and help you get ajusted, take you to dinner, and stuff. Well........bye." And with that Mr. Sir left, leaving Christina and Andrew standing before two empty tents.
"Hey,yo, I'm Beenie and dis is Tart."
It had been about an hour since Mr. Sir had left Christina and Andrew and they were now surprised (Andrew nearly scared out of his wits) by two older campers who had just entered their tent. One of the campers, Beenie, was a tall African-American girl with bright blue eyes, and black hair with a single blonde streak. The other camper, Tart, was a blonde girl that looked so sweet and careing that it was hard for Andrew and Christina to figure out why her name was Tart.
"You're the new kids, eh?" Tart asked, smiling down at them as they sat on their cots.
Christina nodded but Andrew didn't move a muscle.
"Well, come on, da' Mess Hall is dis way," Beenie said, she was very tall and had to duck beneath the tent flap when she exited.
"So how old are you guys?" Tart asked as she and Beenie lead Christina and Andrew to the Mess Hall.
"Seventeen," Christina replied. When Andrew didn't answer Christina nudged him in the arm really fiercly.
"Urm-fifteen," Andrew replied as the four of them entered the Mess Hall.
"Every tent has their own table," Tart informed them as they moved along the crowded cafetiria. "That's your table," she said,pointing over to a table that was completely empty. "But tonight you guys can sit with us, we're in A Tent."
Beenie and Tart lead Christina and Andrew to a large table on the far side of the room. The table was pretty much full already but they managed. As Andrew's eyes darted here and there he noticed all the members of C tent looked a lot older than everyone else.
"Hey, these the new kids?" a blonde girl with big brown eyes asked as she squeezed in between two boys.
"Yup," Tart replied. "This is Christina and Andrew."
"Hi, I'm Jena-or Smooth;whichever you prefer," the blonde girl said, holding out here hand for them to shake.
Tart introduced Christina and Andrew to everyone at the table.
"How come our table is so empty but everyone else's is so full?" Christina asked after they had learned everyone's names.
"You didn't tell them yet?" an Asian boy who was called Earthquake (or Quake) asked.
Beenie shook her head, then she turned to Andrew and Christina. "See, your tent used ta' be jam-packed with people," she said.
"Yeah; there was Chase, Zippy, Rogue, Magnetic, Static, Fidget, Lei, Xray, Armpit, Squid, ZigZag, Magnet, Zero and Twitch," a girl from South America named Vanessa (or, authentically, Tequilla) said very quickly.
"Yeah......." Beenie said. "Anyway, they recently ran away."
"They did?" Christina asked. "Why?"
"Well we aren't really sure why," Tart replied. "But we think that the girls of D tent hated it so much here and-"
"And the boys couldn't live without a tent full of hot girls right nextdoor," a white boy named Blue replied with a laugh.
"But, couldn't they all die in the desert?" Christina asked. "Mr. Sir told us there was no water or ANYTHING out there."
"Hey girl, they ain't stupid!" Beenie replied smiling. "We bet they're still alive; they were smart."
"You mean you think they're still alive," a girl named Kate, or Nails, said. "She was good friends with this girl named Rogue that was in D tent," she explained to Christina. "So she's prayin' they're still alive."
"Hey, I thought you were friends with Static?" Beenie snapped at Nails.
"Well, sort of........" Nails replied a little sheepishly.
"Anyway, the fact is that D tent is like a legend here at Green Lake," a black boy named Contact said. "Even if they are dead; they still got out of camp."
"What's that smell?" a girl with white blonde hair named Cameron or Express asked.
"What're you talkin' 'bout girl?" Beenie asked. "I don't smell nut'in' but these damn beans and some sweet perfume or somethin'."
"Yeah," Express said. "What's that perfume? You wearin' any Christina?"
"Yeah......." Christina said slowly.
"It's awesome," Express said. Then she stood up to leave the table as one of her friends from a different tent was calling her over. But just before she left she turned to Christina and said, "You'll have to share some with me later, okay Potpourri? Bye."
Christina furrowed her brow. "Am I Potpourri?" she asked.
"I guess," Tart said smiling.
"What the hell is potpourri?" Blue asked, looking utterly confused.
"You on stupid pills or sumthin'?" Beenie asked. "It's than dried rose petals and stuff, they put it in a jar, and it smells good!"
"I ain't on stupid pills," Blue grumbled.
"That'll be the D tent replacements," a boy named Easy said as he leaned on his shovel and watched the bus slow down.
A tall boy with a deep slit in his lower lip glared at Easy for even mentioning D tent.
The Warden watched the bus slow down to a complete stop from her livingroom window. She wasn't pleased with the judges' desions to send these new kids to Camp Green Lake; if anyone new that all of the origional D tent members were lyeing lifless out in the desert she would be dead.
Mr. Sir greeted the police guard who was the first to get off the bus and stretch his sore legs. Second to get off the bus was a lengthy girl with dark, dark red hair and thick mascara. The thrid person off the bus was a very thin pale boy who stared around wildly as if he was worried someone was going to attack him.
"Christina Kilkenny," Mr. Sir read off of a clipboard in his hands. "And Andrew Schiff?" Mr. Sir raised his eyebrows at Andrew who's eyes darted quickly around, taking in the scene around him.
Mr. Sir introduced himself then took Christina and Andrew on a tour of Camp Greenlak; the showers, the Mess Hall, the Wreck Room, their new outfits, the grounds, and finally their empty tents.
"Urm, you can decide which tent you wanna sleep in," Mr. Sir said. "Today you two can just get settled, but tomorrow you start your work." Then he went on to explain how they would have to dig their holes. "Okay well I'll leave you now," Mr. Sir said after he'd finished his explaining. "I'll be sending some kids from a different tent to come in and help you get ajusted, take you to dinner, and stuff. Well........bye." And with that Mr. Sir left, leaving Christina and Andrew standing before two empty tents.
"Hey,yo, I'm Beenie and dis is Tart."
It had been about an hour since Mr. Sir had left Christina and Andrew and they were now surprised (Andrew nearly scared out of his wits) by two older campers who had just entered their tent. One of the campers, Beenie, was a tall African-American girl with bright blue eyes, and black hair with a single blonde streak. The other camper, Tart, was a blonde girl that looked so sweet and careing that it was hard for Andrew and Christina to figure out why her name was Tart.
"You're the new kids, eh?" Tart asked, smiling down at them as they sat on their cots.
Christina nodded but Andrew didn't move a muscle.
"Well, come on, da' Mess Hall is dis way," Beenie said, she was very tall and had to duck beneath the tent flap when she exited.
"So how old are you guys?" Tart asked as she and Beenie lead Christina and Andrew to the Mess Hall.
"Seventeen," Christina replied. When Andrew didn't answer Christina nudged him in the arm really fiercly.
"Urm-fifteen," Andrew replied as the four of them entered the Mess Hall.
"Every tent has their own table," Tart informed them as they moved along the crowded cafetiria. "That's your table," she said,pointing over to a table that was completely empty. "But tonight you guys can sit with us, we're in A Tent."
Beenie and Tart lead Christina and Andrew to a large table on the far side of the room. The table was pretty much full already but they managed. As Andrew's eyes darted here and there he noticed all the members of C tent looked a lot older than everyone else.
"Hey, these the new kids?" a blonde girl with big brown eyes asked as she squeezed in between two boys.
"Yup," Tart replied. "This is Christina and Andrew."
"Hi, I'm Jena-or Smooth;whichever you prefer," the blonde girl said, holding out here hand for them to shake.
Tart introduced Christina and Andrew to everyone at the table.
"How come our table is so empty but everyone else's is so full?" Christina asked after they had learned everyone's names.
"You didn't tell them yet?" an Asian boy who was called Earthquake (or Quake) asked.
Beenie shook her head, then she turned to Andrew and Christina. "See, your tent used ta' be jam-packed with people," she said.
"Yeah; there was Chase, Zippy, Rogue, Magnetic, Static, Fidget, Lei, Xray, Armpit, Squid, ZigZag, Magnet, Zero and Twitch," a girl from South America named Vanessa (or, authentically, Tequilla) said very quickly.
"Yeah......." Beenie said. "Anyway, they recently ran away."
"They did?" Christina asked. "Why?"
"Well we aren't really sure why," Tart replied. "But we think that the girls of D tent hated it so much here and-"
"And the boys couldn't live without a tent full of hot girls right nextdoor," a white boy named Blue replied with a laugh.
"But, couldn't they all die in the desert?" Christina asked. "Mr. Sir told us there was no water or ANYTHING out there."
"Hey girl, they ain't stupid!" Beenie replied smiling. "We bet they're still alive; they were smart."
"You mean you think they're still alive," a girl named Kate, or Nails, said. "She was good friends with this girl named Rogue that was in D tent," she explained to Christina. "So she's prayin' they're still alive."
"Hey, I thought you were friends with Static?" Beenie snapped at Nails.
"Well, sort of........" Nails replied a little sheepishly.
"Anyway, the fact is that D tent is like a legend here at Green Lake," a black boy named Contact said. "Even if they are dead; they still got out of camp."
"What's that smell?" a girl with white blonde hair named Cameron or Express asked.
"What're you talkin' 'bout girl?" Beenie asked. "I don't smell nut'in' but these damn beans and some sweet perfume or somethin'."
"Yeah," Express said. "What's that perfume? You wearin' any Christina?"
"Yeah......." Christina said slowly.
"It's awesome," Express said. Then she stood up to leave the table as one of her friends from a different tent was calling her over. But just before she left she turned to Christina and said, "You'll have to share some with me later, okay Potpourri? Bye."
Christina furrowed her brow. "Am I Potpourri?" she asked.
"I guess," Tart said smiling.
"What the hell is potpourri?" Blue asked, looking utterly confused.
"You on stupid pills or sumthin'?" Beenie asked. "It's than dried rose petals and stuff, they put it in a jar, and it smells good!"
"I ain't on stupid pills," Blue grumbled.