After Chanele dropped by to change into the orange jumpsuit, she kept the t-shirt on. It was just so comfy! Keeping it tied tight, she repeated what she did yesterday with the wretched uniform. On the ride towards their work site, X-Ray was staring at Chanele intently, but with a smirk on his face. She knew it was because of what he had seen this morning.
Chanele's POV
But I really couldn't blame the guys for flipping out so much, I mean, they hadn't seen a girl in months, much less a pretty one. Suddenly, X-Ray spoke up. "So, Princess, you never told us what you were in for." I rolled my eyes, but knew I couldn't get around telling them sooner or later. So, I decided to try and make it funny. Imitating the judge that sentenced me. I said, "Chanele Lentford, you have been convicted of assaulting a public official while under the influence. I hereby sentence you to 1 and a half years, juvenile delinquency jail." I looked up and smiled at the boys, who were laughing softly, until ZigZag broke in. "Wait, you were supposed to go to Juvi? Why didn't you?" He looked at me quizzically, not meanly, but it still made me uncomfortable. "Uhm…my daddy didn't want his daughter to go to jail, so he paid extra money for me to be sent here." The boys seemed to find this funnier than my first joke. "Man, you are a princess in every way possible." Magnet joked. X-Ray spoke again. "Assault of a public official? Under the influence? You can't be a day over 15." "I'm not. I turn 15 in 3 months." ZigZag blushed deeply, feeling guilty for looking at a girl 2 years younger than him. "It was the mayor. At a New Year's Eve party. Someone had spiked the punch, and I didn't know. I tried to tell the judge what really happened, but she didn't believe me." Caveman gave me that worried look again, and I went on, but quietly this time. "He was trying to take advantage of me…" I trailed off and wiped a single tear off my cheek. No one spoke after that.
I approached the spot that Mr. Sir had assigned me and took my shovel, which was taller than me, confidently and shoved it into the ground, putting all my weight onto it, only to bounce off tremendously and land on my bony ass.
Normal POV
ZigZag laughed hysterically after watching Chanele give it a whack. She glared at him evilly, and he just stared at her, looking confused, intrigued and upset all at the same time. Chanele was just glad that he didn't look so bewildered, so, you-don't-belong-here. He walked toward her with his head down, but looked up and gave her a goofy grin before taking her shovel. He motioned her to where he was standing, only about a yard from her left foot. He pointed to a large crack in to ground. "Start here." He didn't mean to sound rude, but it sure came out that way. She smiled, but it looked unnatural. She jumped on the shovel again, only to find her weight was only enough to sink the shovel in about 3 inches. Zig smiled at her. Just smiled. No evil glint in his eye, no mean joke made about her before she heard. A real smile. He gently took the shovel from her and jumped, sinking the shovel in as deep as it would go, lifted it out, and then handed the shovel to Chanele, this time with a slight smirk of now-that-wasn't-so-hard. Then he slinked back to his hole.
(A/N: I hate it when people's characters finish early; digging holes is not as easy as it sounds)
Chanele caught herself smiling at ZigZag, but then turned it into a frown. Why does everyone have to act like they are better than her? ZigZag didn't deserve her kindness, after what he did to her that morning. 'But maybe he was getting me back for what I said to him,' Chanele wondered, but then decided it was punishment enough to have to sleep outside of the tent.
About 4 hours went by. Chanele's entire body was burning, screaming at her, telling her to stop and find shade. Her rail-thin arms could barely hold up the shovel, and her hands had blistered, popped, and blistered again. She touched one of the blisters, and it burned so much that she wiped tears from her eyes with her t-shirt. Suddenly, a dark head appeared inside her only 2 foot by 2 and a half foot hole. "Hey, Princess, water truck is here." Squid smiled weakly, and held out his hand. Chanele didn't return the smile; she was too exhausted, but flung herself into the hand. Squid, still surprised that she hadn't spoken yet, pulled her out of the hole, put his arm around her and smirked. Chanele shrugged off the arm, still uncomfortable with boys touching her, and made her way to the water truck. 'Gah, I must have swallowed like, 2 gallons of dirt.' Chanele coughed and held her hand, pulling it back, to see in disgust that her hand was now coated with dust. She lined up behind Zero, but X-Ray pulled her up, in front of him. "Just for today." He grumbled. "That little show you put on for us this morning is worth a spot in line." She shivered a little, knowing that her body in just her underwear is probably what the guys had been thinking about all morning. She quickly got her canteen filled; ignored Mr. Sir's requests to see her bloodied hands, and dragged herself back to her hole. She had never felt so dirty, tired, angry and groggy before. She slipped her hands around her shovel, trying to lift it, only to find that she had no strength left in her upper body. Chanele sighed warily and sunk onto her knees. Why had daddy sent her here? She was sure that Juvi was better. Slowly, she dozed off, unaware of how long she would be out.
When Chanele woke up, 3 boys were staring at her from the top of her hole. "Hey, chica, lunch is here." Magnet winked and Chanele groaned, attempting to lift herself from the hole. Squid and Armpit helped her. "First hole is the hardest, Princess." Magnet held out her lunch to her, and she looked around before taking it. "Where are Zero and X-Ray?" Squid shook his head, as if she should already know this. "Zero finished over 2 hours ago. X just finished about 10 minutes ago, after eatin' his lunch." She glanced around again to see Caveman, frantically digging, and ZigZag, sitting with his feet dangling into his hole, drinking his orange juice. Everyone, even Caveman, was light years ahead of her on their holes. It looked like ZigZag and Squid were only about a half a foot away from being done, and Magnet had about a foot. Caveman had about 2 feet left, but only on the width. Chanele stared down sadly at her tiny hole. Why did she have to fall asleep? She slowly took a bite of her sandwich. "Eww…" Chanele let this escape her lips, even though she meant to think it. The boys looked up at her, amused. "Get used to it, Princess." Armpit said, trying to sound tough, but had a mischievous glint in his eyes. Chanele got up, and then fell down, unaware of how woozy she was. On her way back down she watched ZigZag stand, spit in his hole, and walk back towards camp. 'He could at least have the courtesy to walk over here and see if I was ok….' Chanele huffed and sighed angrily, but then turned around and thanked the boys happily for being so nice. "Anytime, Princess." Squid did that weird wink and smirked at her again. Yeah, Chanele thought Squid was super cute, but he was so conceded and cocky that his good looks made him even more aggravating. Like he was one of those guys whose looks said, 'I'm cute and I know it, and so do you.' Those boys made her cringe with anger.
At least 4 hours later, Chanele got out of her hole. She was so sore, tired and dirty that she just wanted to die right there. She wanted to spit in her hole like the boys had, but she didn't have any moisture left in her mouth. She wondered if she would even make it back to camp without dying first. After depositing her shovel at the "Library" Chanele made her way to the tent. It was so late that no one was in there. She guessed they were all in the Wreck Room, waiting for dinner. She grabbed her shampoo, conditioner, shaving cream, razor, and towel before she started to head towards the showers. She suddenly remembered that this was a boy's camp and ran back in, grabbing her Urban Outfitters (not mine) string bikini. She wished that she had brought something a little more modest, at least a tankini. Normally bikinis wouldn't bother her, but knowing that there were sexual offenders in this camp made her shiver. She trotted rapidly towards the showers, making sure no one else was there, then stripped down, changed into her bikini from under her shirt. She had just started shaving her legs with her Nair Bladeless razor (not mine…and it had to be bladeless, who would let someone bring a razor into a delinquent camp?) when the freezing cold water stopped. "Aww, come on! Just a teeny tiny bit more water?" She shook herself quickly, trying to ignore that she just spoke to a shower head. Wrapping her towel around her head, she figured it would be safe to put the t-shirt back on and run to the tent without pants. The shirt was like a dress, anyways. She began to walk/run back, just in case. She ran into the tent, whipped off the t-shirt and grabbed some underwear and a wafer thin Hollister (not mine) short sleeve henley. Hiding under someone else's covers, Chanele changed, and then slipped on an embellished Dolce and Gabbana (not mine) jean mini. Feeling her hair under the towel, she realized it was already almost all dry. She removed the towel, got up, and grabbed some moisturizer, smearing it on her legs, hands, arms, neck, and face. She brushed on a little blush, realizing how colorless her face looked, and swiped on mascara. Chanele swayed a little, remembering how tired she really was. She slinked into the same bed she changed in, snuggled under the covers, and fell to sleep.
Magnet's POV
Yea, the boys and I were heading back to D-tent, laughing about the new muchacha. She's damn super fine, but she really does act like she owns us. Well, she probably could, based on what me n' Squidly read in her file. Her father is like, muchos grandes rich. I bet he paid what this camp is worth to get her here. Oh well, man, alls I know is that there is one hot chica and Camp Green Lake, and she sleeps in our tent. I can't believe Ziggy is STILL paranoid about her though, she seems normal enough to me. But you tell that to Zigs, man, and he goes off about how "they" all seem normal. He's weird man, but ya gotta love 'em.
So me and D'tent just walked into the tent and, there's Princess, looking totally hott, snuggled up in ZigZag's bed. That's not fair, man! He's the only one that doesn't trust her and she chooses his bed to sleep in. But suddenly, it is fair. I knew I saw something on the floor beside his bed, and I went to pick it up. "Hey, guys, could this chica get any better?" I smiled huge while holding up her still sopping wet, white, string bikini top.
A/N: AHhahahahhahahahaa, yep, I love embarrassing Chanele. I know that her and ZigZag seem like they totally hate each other, but you'll just have to wait and see what I come up with next. ;)