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Chapter 3: Hell Hole
I must have dozed off on that big lonely bus, cause the next thing I knew I was being poked with a gun. Not something you want to wake up to.
"We're here kid," the man said gruffly, poking me again.
"Okay," I said in my boy voice, the one I've been practicing all week. Not too low but not high either. I grabbed by backpack and shuffled towards the door. I even had the guy walk down, stooped shoulders, not too strutted. For the first time in a while I had to think before I did anything, like talk or walk. It was intense.
"Wait right here," the man said, and I nodded slightly, taking in my surroundings. There were six tents, each labeled A-E, and one that said Counselors. There was also a cabin with a car parked next to it, a smaller cabin, a little building that looked pretty run down, a shack labeled "Library" and the biggest building that said "Cafeteria" on it. There were also rows of outhouses and closed in shower stalls, and a huge bin full of water, with orange jumpsuits hanging over the side. Oh yeah, and around the perimeter of the tents and buildings were holes. Yeah, holes.
Where the hell am I?
I actually wished that I chose Juvenile Hall of Dangerous Delinquents.
"Why hello there! You must be David!" a man said, reciting my new name. That's one thing I got to choose, my boy name, and I chose David because well…lets just say I know someone named David.
At first glance this guy looked…peculiar. He had on a fisherman's hat, and white stuff on his nose. "My name's Mr. Pendanski, and I'd just like to say, welcome to Camp Green Lake!" He said happily.
"Uh…"I cleared my voice. "Thanks," I was already annoyed with this man. He seemed so damn…happy. Why would he be happy in this hell hole? (hehe…hell hole. Get it? All those holes? Oh never mind)
"So David, you will be in D-Tent, right over there," he said, pointing. "There's the Warden's cabin," he said, pointing to the big cabin with the car. "The number one rule here is to not disturb the warden! And over there's Mr. Sir's office, the counselors tent, I'm your counselor by the way, the Rec. room, cafeteria, and that's about it." He finished his grand tour with a flourish of his hands.
I smiled grimly. Mr. Pendanski seemed to see this as a sign of encouragement, as he promptly dragged me over to Mr. Sir's office. "Just go in and say hello, he'll give you you're jumpsuits," Mr. Pendanski said, then waltzed off. Well, not waltzed, but close to it.
I was now face to face with a pretty scary looking guy. He had darkish hair and a cow boys hat, and he was squinting at me. Maybe he needed my contact? He was also spitting out sunflower seeds. Yuck.
"You must be David Bond," he said, glaring at me. I nodded. "My name is Mr. Sir, you will address me as Mr. Sir at all times, is that clear?"
I nodded. He looked at me expectantly. "Um…y-yes Mr. Sir," I stuttered.
He pushed himself out of his chair, grunting, and went over to a closet behind him. He pulled out two orange jumpsuits, a pair of sneakers, and a hat, explaining to me how I was to wear one jumpsuit while working and the other for relaxing. I was to wash the work clothes on the third day and then wear my relaxing clothes for work, etc..
"What exactly is work?" I asked, then hurriedly added, "Mr. Sir."
"I was just gettin' to that," he said, shooting me a look. I drew back a bit. "You are to dig one hole everyday, five feet deep and five feet wide. You're shovel is you're measuring stick. Now, if ya find anything interestin', you are to report it to me or Pendanski. If the Warden likes it then you get the rest of the day off."
"Is there anything in particular that I'm looking for, Mr. Sir?" I asked.
"No, but just in case. The point of digging is that you build character, got it?" He asked.
"Yeah Mr. Sir," I said, only I didn't. What the hell kind of punishment is digging holes?
Only I wasn't about to ask him that.
He then had me change into my jumpsuit. I left the wife beater and tee shirt on, just pulled off my shorts that I borrowed from Dana's brother. The jumpsuit was itchy and hot, and much too baggy. Then again it was meant for a boy to wear.
He also gave me a canteen, a bit bigger than a gallon bottle of milk, and told me to go meet my tent mates.
I wandered outside, looking for D-Tent. I noticed that some guys were arriving, looking pretty beat up. Most of them headed straight for the showers. I went into D-Tent, which was empty, and sat down on one of the cots.
The tent stunk, pretty badly at first, but I soon grew accustomed to it. There were seven other cots, each with a crate at the foot of the bed. Most of the crates were empty, some had a can of deodorant, and one had stationary. I reached into my backpack and pulled out my compact, making sure that my wig was on right and such. I was just poking at one of my fake zits when a boy with frizzy hair walked through the flap. He started when he saw me, then scowled when he saw my compact, but he didn't say anything. He just flopped onto a cot and turned around.
What manners.
A few minutes later another boy walked in, he had thick glasses. He stared at me for a minute, then said "You're on my cot, that one's yours." He pointed to a cot at the end.
"Oh," I said, forgetting to use my boy voice. Shit. "I mean, sorry." I got up and walked to the back of the tent, only he stopped me.
"I'm X-Ray," he said, then nodded to the boy on the cot. "That's Zero, he doesn't talk much."
I nodded. "I'm David," I said, and he looked me up and down.
"Man, how old are you?" he asked, only then two more boys walked through the tent. One had on a hat and the other had blonde hair that stuck out in every direction.
"Yo, Squid, Zig, this is David," he said, motioning towards me. "That's Squid," he pointed to the one with the hat, "and that's ZigZag."
"Sup," Squid said. "What you do?"
"Uh…" I said, trying to remember what Ms. Tanner said my crime was. "I got into a fight and gave a guy a concussion." Squid squinted at me.
"How old was he, ten?" He asked, and the other guys laughed.
"No, he was bigger than you and I took him down easily," I said, improvising a little. Yeah, I have a bit of an attitude problem, especially when guys try to act like smart asses around me.
"You trying to start something?" He moved towards me. I held my ground and was about to respond when X-Ray got between us.
"Yo, chill," he said to Squid, who mumbled and backed up. He then turned to me. "Look, we don't start anything between us, you want to start something then go over to C-Tent. We gotta have each others back, so just chill out," he said.
"Fine," I muttered, figuring this was safer anyway. Last thing I needed was to get knocked out by one of these guys. Then three more boys walked in.
"Hey I'm Caveman," one of them said. He had curly hair and looked exhausted. He then flopped down onto a cot, the one with the stationary.
"Armpit," said a pretty overweight guy.
"I'm Magnet," said a boy with an accent.
"David," I said, counting the boys. Seven. These are my new roomies. Can't wait to start bonding with them.
Then they went off, doing their own thing. X-Ray announced that he was going to the Rec. room, and the others followed him. Although Squid shot me a look before he left.
What a prick.
I was alone again. I decided to unpack my backpack and start writing my letters. I just put my deodorant and paper into the crate when Mr. Pendanski came bustling into the tent.
"Hello there David, it's time to eat," he said, motioning for me to follow him. I shoved my backpack under the cot and headed outside.
Pendanski led me to a building, chatting the whole time. "I assume you met Rex, Alan, Theodore, Stanley, Ricky, Jose, and Zero," he said. I looked at him, confused.
"Oh, of course they have their little nicknames," he said when he saw my puzzled look. "Well, here you go," he said when we entered the cafeteria. There were picnic tables and benches, and the lighting was bad. It took me a minute to adjust to the low light. "Get your food over there," he pointed at a line of boys who were going down an aisle, "and D-Tent is over there," he pointed to a table with the boys from my tent. He slapped me on the back then bounced off. I went and got in line.
The food the servers slapped on my tray looked revolting. Everything was mushy and gross, except for the bread. I also received a cup of water.
After getting my food I glanced at D-Tents table. Caveman saw me looking and waved me over. I sat down at the end, next to Caveman and across from Zero.
"So how long are you here for?" Caveman asked as I poked at my food.
"A month," I said tasting some of the green stuff. It tasted like broccoli and peas mashed together. I quickly drank some water.
"That's it? I've been here about a month already, only 17 more to go," he said grimly. I nodded, while poking at what looked like beans. I tasted a bit. It wasn't bad, better than the green stuff, but still not that appetizing. I glanced at the other boys, watching them shovel food into their mouths as if it was gourmet.
"How do you eat this stuff?" I asked to no one in particular.
"Better than starvin' to death," Magnet said, and the others nodded in agreement.
"True," I sighed, picking up the bread. Looks like I'll be losing some weight.
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After that so called dinner, the boys all returned to their tents. I was sitting on my cot, thinking of what to write to Ms. Tanner.
Ms. Tanner,
So far Camp Green Lake seems a bit peculiar. The boys behavior strengthening activity is to dig holes. Five foot wide and five foot deep, they dig-
"Dude, what's with the 'Girl flowery' deodorant?" ZigZag asked me. I felt my heart speed up. The other boys glanced over and snickered.
"Erm…" Shit Shit Shit, "I have…very sensitive skin. That's the only deodorant that I could handle," I said weakly. I glanced up at ZigZag. He looked at me suspiciously but said nothing. The other boys just looked at each other and shrugged. Damn that was close.
After having that mini heart attack, I got back to my letter.
a hole every day. One of the advisors told me that if I find anything interesting I should report it to them. It seems as if they use the delinquents to dig holes to find something, however I don't know what.
Other than that I'm just trying to settle it. I'll send a report on the boys in my tent and the counselors as I get to know them better.
-Bond-
"Bed time boys," I heard one of the counselors yell as they passed the tents. I folded my letter and put it in an envelope, then dropped it in my backpack. I felt so tired all of a sudden, I couldn't wait to get to sleep. Pulling off the orange jumpsuit, leaving just my tee and boxers on, I climbed onto the cot and promptly fell asleep.
