"So, Edith," Bandit spit out the name, showing his disgust.
"It's Eddy, not Edith." She shot at him before he got a chance to continue. She walked away to one of the bunks as if to dismiss the conversation.
"Okay, Eddy, let me just make this clear, you are in a boy's camp. This aint some trip to Girlie Fun Island with your little girlfriends. This is hell. And it will not get any better unless you listen to what I say."
"Well, let me make this clear, Bandit, I don't take orders from nobody. Not from mom, not from Mr. Sir and certainly not from you. So go back to your little cot, write home to your mommy and go dig your little holes."
"You little bitch." Bandit roared and punched Eddy on the left side of her jaw. Eddy took a step back, but was stopped by her cot. She pushed bandit with both hands and he toppled over the bunk that was behind him. Jason and 47 rushed to Bandit's side to help him up and Spit and Black Light grabbed hold of Eddy. Black light wrapped a strong black arm around Eddy's neck and under her chin. Spit pretty much just stood there and made sure she didn't try anything funny. He spit a wad of saliva on the ground. Bandit wriggled the helping hands of Jason and 47 off of him and got up his self. Eddy wiggled, but Black Light only tightened his grip.
"Now you listen and you listen good, Edith." Bandit said purposely using Edith rather than eddy to piss her off. "You will listen to what I tell you to do and you will not touch me again. You best watch your act, Ackerman, your you'll find yourself five feet deep in one of those holes with a bunch of yellow spotted lizards as your only friends. Got any comments about that?" Eddy couldn't respond, Black Light was holding her too tight. She could only manage a grunt. "I thought not." Bandit smirked and walked away the other three boys following behind him. Black Light tossed her to the ground, gasping for air.
"Catch you later, Girlie." He laughed and left with the other boys.
Edith got up off the ground realizing that she had landed in a puddle of Spit's spit.
"Ugh." She moaned and cursed the boys as she wiped the spit off her arm and face on a pillow that wasn't hers. She flopped back on the cot. Maybe I could ask for a different tent? Eddy thought to herself but quickly dismissed the thought on account of her impression of The Warden. She would never let me change tents; she doesn't even want me here. Mom might, though, if I asked him. He protested when The Warden sent me here. But he's such a dork, a wimp; he would never challenge The Warden's thoughts. Besides, she continued, asking to change tents will show defeat and weakness. I'll stick here; I'll show Bandit what I'm made of.
For the first time since Eddy got here she realized the tremendous heat of Camp green lake. She looked down at her cloths. She was wearing thick blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt to keep her arms from getting freckled, but the sleeves were rolled up now. She quickly changed into the orange jumpsuit, hoping it will be made of a cooler material. It wasn't. She was still hot and she knew she would be for the next twenty-four months. Bandit was right about one thing: this was going to be hell.