Chapter Three
The next morning, we were awoken by a voice coming out from a bullhorn. For a moment, I wasn't quite sure where I was. Then I remembered and hauled myself out of bed. I walked over to Kara and shook her, to wake her up. She made some strange noises and turned over. Losing my patience, I smacked the back of her head.
Pushing up on her hands, she yelled, "What the fuck was that?"
Once she was coherrant, I figured she could handle things for herself, so I put her jumpsuit at the foot of her bed and walked out. I saw a group congregating by a small shed, so I went to see what I was supposed to be doing. I saw a tray of sopapillas, honey-covered tortillas, and although they didn't look very appealing, I knew I'd be hungry later. The grizzly old man from the other day, Mr. Sir I think his name was, handed me a shovel, but didn't say a word.
A tall boy with electric shock hair called out, "You girls are with us."
I turned around and spotted Kara behind me. I tried to force a smile, "We'd better start out."
As we walked along, we strayed behind the group of boys we were following.
"That one's got a nice ass," Kara laughed, pointing at one boy in particular. I giggled and hefted my shovel on my shoulder. It was a little heavy, but not bad.
When we got to the site, I looked down at the dry, cracked ground. "You've got to be kidding me."
A dark Hispanic boy called over to us, "First hole's the hardest."