Chapter Two
Several weeks later, after an extensive trial, we found ourselves speeding across the desert.
"Camp Green Lake?" Kara asked, "There's no lake here."
I smirked, "That's why they call it detention camp. They make you think it's not that bad at first, but after you get there, you see how mistaken you were."
Kara frowned and fanned herself. "But I don't see why they couldn't put us somewhere in Chicago. I feel like I'm dying out here."
I shrugged and said, "Texas is more of a punishment. If we don't reform ourselves, we'll fry trying."
Kara groaned and slumped down in her seat. I sighed, staring out the window as the sand sped by. I started noticing hundreds and hundreds of holes and suddenly wondered what exactly we were to do at this so-called camp.
The bus pulled up at the door of a wooden shack and Kara and I stood up. We noticed a group of boys standing around watching us as we plodded down the steps.
From somewhere behind me, I heard a twanging voice: "Adding a girls' cabin was the best idea the warden ever had."
I turned around, but couldn't figure out exactly who had said that. Kara nudged me and we walked into the shack, where a grizzled man snarled at us and threw orange jumpsuits at us. I looked at the offensive color of the garments we were holding and then up to Kara's flaming red hair and couldn't help but laugh. She looked over at me and, seeing the orange for herself, she grimaced.
A gangly little man told us that because we were the first girls to come to Camp Green Lake, we would be alone in our tent but, as there were only two of us, we would work with D Tent.
"What will we be doing exactly?" Kara asked.