Edith rolled over in her sleep that night. There was a body beside her? No. It was just a pile of blankets she pushed off in her sleep. Blankets? At Camp hotter-than hell? No. that was a body. She put a hand on the body and it stirred. She pulled her hand away as if she had just touched a hot stove. The body rolled and in the darkness of the tent she should see curly, red hair. What the hell? She thought as the body kept rolling to face Edith. The person she saw lying in bed with her gave her such a shock that she fell hard out of bed. The Warden!
"Is everything okay?" she asked in a soft voice that Edith didn't know possible. She was going to reply 'what the hell are you doing in my bed?' when she realized that the hard desert ground was replaced with a soft carpet. Eddy let her eyes adjust to the dark and she realized that she wasn't in the tent but the house she lived in before her parents got divorced. The Warden sat up and looked at Eddy with concerned eyes. She helped Eddy up off the floor and back into bed.
"It wasn't a bad dream again, was it? Come here I'll make it all better."
Edith shook awake at the sound of a bugle being blasted. She sat up straight. She was back at camp. It was still dark and everyone was up and about. She put her feet on the floor. Still dirt. She got up and her bed was empty. No Warden, nobody. She sighed in relief. It was just a dream; a horrible, horrible dream. What kind of stupid dream was that? She asked herself but didn't bother trying to answer it. Today she had to focus on digging her hole and getting it done before Bandit.
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Outside, Mr. Sir and Mom were going over the whole "this is your shovel this is your measuring stick. Blah blah blah" Eddy wasn't really paying attention she was too focused on planning her revenge. She would beat him at digging a 5 by 5 hole then gloat in his face. Or should she pretend like it was no big deal? These thoughts kept her from listening to Mom's ramblings, not like he had anything good to say anyway.
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The sun was just coming up when the group made it to the spot where they would be digging for the rest of the day. Eddy gripped her shovel in both hands and jabbed it down as hard as she could into the ground. The ground didn't budge. Instead, the shovel rick-a-shade and nearly flew out of Eddy's hands. Unfortunately, The Warden was overseeing today and saw the whole thing. She laughed at the hopeless girl. I knew she shouldn't have been brought here. She's weak. She'll never get her hole dug. Eddy prepared herself again, but this time she rested the tip of the shovel on the ground and with her right foot she stomped down on the metal brim of the shovel. The tip broke soil. Eddy had to keep from bursting with excitement. She took two more shovel full's and looked at the others to compare progress. All the others were at least a foot deep already! Still determined, Eddy shoveled like there was no tomorrow, like a little kid in a giant sand box.
Not listening to Moms little presentation that morning proved to have a price. Preferring to daydream and plan childish revenge, eddy missed out on a prime opportunity to pick up some gloves. She had to stop periodically and pick splinters from her palms. She noticed her hands starting to swell and turn red. She wanted to ask for a pair of gloves, but The warden left for the hottest part of the day and the water truck wasn't going to come back until lunch, By then, her hands would be nothing but blisters. Eddy dug on, trying to ignore the pain. She was only half done and that kept her going.
Black Light was finished just after lunch and Eddy knew bandit would be done soon. Beside her, Spit jumped out of his hole and dropped a ball of spit the size of what eddy thought was a golf ball into his hole. Eddy flinched in disgust. The hole was up to her chest now she must be close, but didn't stop to check for the fear of wasting precious time. She heard someone climb out of his hole and spit into it like the others who preceded him. She looked up to see who it was. She couldn't see much due to the glare of the sun, but she did see the dark skin, black hair and a filthy white bandana.
"Damn it" eddy muttered and sunk to the bottom of her hole. She leaned her shovel against the side of her hole. She had a little more than a foot left to dig. "Son-of-a-bitch" she muttered again. She rubbed her hands together and began picking at the blisters on her hands. She figured she would take a rest being that there wasn't anything left for her to work for. Bandit won and didn't even know he was playing.
The dream scene in the beginning was originally not even there. it was added in after my short story about Edith and The Warden (i suppose it would be a slash? idk about this fanfic lingo *sigh*). I decided this story could use a good slap in the face to wake the audience up.
I am comming to a point where it will be a while untill i post an update. This next chapter is only half done and idk when it will be complete (All my fanfics are handwritten and this perticular fanfic is incomplete. This one is also the first to be put in computer-form! yay!)but we'll see how it goes.