Chapter 3
Inside-Out
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Making her footsteps light and quick, Kris spared a moment to turn her head to see if anyone that was behind her in the line would tattle, but all they did was fill the gap in the line that she, Courtney, and the two other girls had occupied.
Setting her head forward again, she just caught a glimpse of Courtney running behind a set of stables.
Kris was quick to follow.
As she made her turn, she expected to see Courtney and the girls still running. But Kris froze as all she saw was farm workers ahead, fortunately with their backs to her. But that luck was running out as one of them slowly began to turn around…
Kris held her breath, 'How could I be caught now! This isn't fair! I didn't even plan on running away this time! It just... happened...' And then she immediately felt the air leave her lungs as someone yanked at her arm and pulled her into an empty horse stall. The pull was powerful enough to nearly displace her arm as she and the puller fell onto the ground matted with hay.
"Kris! What are you doing?" The voice was spoken in a high-pitched whisper, and Kris recognized the voice belonged to Courtney.
"What am I doing?" Both girls got up, brushing themselves off. "The question is, what are you doing?"
"Keep quiet!" That voice Kris didn't recognize. In the far corner of the stall were the two girls that ran off before Courtney. Kris saw them hastily taking off their sweatshirts, then noticed her roommate doing the same. "We're getting outta here. I've worked with horses before, I know how to ride well enough to get away." The three girls had their sweatshirts off and were burying them under the hay, then they began pulling their Camp Lagrange shirts over their heads. Kris's eyes widened as they did this.
"Um, hello? Guys? It's freakin' winter!"
"Well, that's why we're doin' it fast." Kris noticed them flip the shirt inside out and put it back over their heads. "If you're comin', I suggest you get started."
Kris unzipped the top of her sweatshirt, though reluctantly, and asked, "Why, what are we doing."
"God girl, hurry up!" Courtney blasted nearly too loud. "I know its cold, but the sweatshirt is labeled Camp Lagrange, and we can't fix that. The shirt is labeled Camp Lagrange, but we can fix that by wearing it inside out so no one would notice we're escaping prison girls." All three girls now had their shirts on inside out and were watching Kris impatiently as she got her sweatshirt off. "I'll bury that for you, now c'mon, move it! It doesn't take long for them to notice we're gone."
Kris, self-consciously, turned her back from them and pulled her shirt over her head.
"So, do you know how to ride?" One girl asked.
Feeling the bitter air grip her newly exposed skin, Kris worked quickly to get her shirt back on. "How hard could it be?"
She turned back towards them slipping her shirt on inside out, and backwards, which was done by accident. The girls stared at her. "Well, if you fall, you're on your own."
That wasn't exactly the encouraging response she wanted to hear.
Courtney glanced at one of them, "Where to now, Jackie?" Jackie was a short blonde girl, just a trifle overweight. Jackie crept over toward the entrance of the stall and peeked out. Kris assumed that it was her who schemed up this plan. After a moment, she nodded her head towards them, "It's clear." Courtney, the other girl, and Kris followed Jackie out.
Walking through one of the many stables on the farm, this one wasn't quite so abandoned of horses, at least. Kris noticed that they were nice, tall, yet somewhat smelly animals. She didn't have long to speculate them, for now they were at the edge of the stable and Jackie was checking their surroundings.
This time, we waited longer.
And longer.
And longer.
Patience was something Lagrange has failed to force upon her. "Is it clear yet?"
Courtney glared at her. "Shh!"
Then the crackle of straw from behind them made all the girls turn their heads.
"Hey! What you doin' ova there!" A man yelled.
"Run!"
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