"Nice outfit, Edith" Bandit laughed as ratchet walked by. Ratchet dug her hole uncharacteristically fast today to she could get a talk with Mr. Sir A.S.A.P.

It was bad enough that Ratchet had to wear an outfit covered in Lizard blood and bullet holes without bandit following her around reminding her how bad it looked. The blood wasn't really that bad, it was the holes. Her clothes were folded just so there were six bullet holes. Two in the lower left leg, one "perfectly" placed on her butt with its corresponding entrance hole just missing her crotch, and of course, the enter and exit hole that matched up exactly with her left breast.

Ratchet clenched her fists. She wanted to hit that boy. Bandit was the only boy in F tent who still wouldn't leave her alone. Although she wasn't accepted by the boys, at least they would give her some kind of respect. Bandit would toss dirt into her hole while she was trying to dig and would fill it up when she would leave to get water. He would sometimes hide her bras and tampons and move her bunk outside. And that's just the things he would do not to mention the things that he said. She wanted to hit that boy so bad. But she didn't. That would waste precious time and she needed to get a new pair of cloths. Now.

"Shove it, Nikko!" she said before entering Mr. Sir's office.

There was another boy in the office and Mr. Sir was handing him his only two pairs of clothes. Ratchet didn't care.

"Mr. Sir, excuse me, but I need a new set of clothes." Both of them turned. The boy blushed and covered himself. He was in his underwear, beginning to change into his jumpsuit.

"I thought they said this was an all girls camp." The boy exclaimed, his voice cracking. Mr. Sir ignored the question.

"You only get those two pair, Ratchet." Unlike the good doctor Pendanski, Mr. Sir called everyone by their nicknames.

"But you don't understand. I can't wear these." Ratchet tugged at her jumpsuit to emphasize the holes. A cigarette wiggled in Mr. Sir's mouth as he looked at the holes. He quickly looked away upon realizing where they were placed.

"You don't get any more than two sets of clothes." He mumbled.

"Mr. Sir!" ratchet exclaimed and walked to where he could see her. " How do you expect me to be in a camp with boys with this?" she pointed the hole on her breast where her blue bra poked through. She realized the new boy was staring at the hole…or her breast. Probably her breast. She pointed a finger at him. "See what I mean?"

"I can't do it" he said. "Two per person."

"Aghh!" ratchet yelled and crossed her arms over her chest. The boy seemed to snap out of his boob-induced trance. "Fine, I'll just go and tell The Warden –" Mr. Sir laughed, his cigarette bouncing up and down on his lower lip.

"She will just tell you the same thing. Those are the only clothes you get for your stay at Camp Green Lake."

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It was like being on parade; walking up to The Warden's house with her boob almost poking through on one side and a nice little peep hole on her butt. Why don't I have any orange underwear? Was her only thought all the way up there.

Finally she was on the small porch that connected to The Warden's house. Knock … knock … kno—

"What is it?" The door flung open mid-knock and a breeze of cool air rushed out to kiss Ratchets body all over. What she would give to be in there rather than out there digging holes. But The Warden was blocking her only entrance to paradise. "Well?"

"Um, Ms. Warden, I need some new clothes and –"

"Excuse me?" The Warden cut her off.

"Uh, as you can see, these ones are … um…well." She searched for a polite way to put it. Screw politeness. "There is a hole on my boob." She said bluntly.

"Excuse me?" The Warden was more shocked than annoyed. Ratchet pointed at the gunpowder-rimmed bullet hole on her breast. "Oh, I see." The Warden said eyeing up Ratchet's breast and making her feel very uncomfortable. She didn't bother to wonder why there were bullet holes in Ratchet's clothing. "But surely this doesn't keep you from digging your hole." she said, her eyes returning to Ratchets face.

"N-no. But it does for the boys. They get … distracted." The Warden closed her eyes and sighed. This wasn't about the boys, Ratchet could care less if the boys didn't finish their hole because they were too busy watching a small hole on her chest. This was about Ratchet's self-consciousness and The Warden knew it. But what made the warden really mad is that this was one of the many reasons girls don't belong here.

Girls are too self-conscious. All they worry about is there looks. Boys, on the other hand, could care less. All there energy goes into digging holes to "build character". And yet there is still a girl here at camp green lake, against her authority. But, although she was against it, she decided to give the girl some new clothes. finally she said, "Yes, yes. Okay, we'll get you some new clothes."

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Ratchet's new suit was a little tight; it definitely didn't hide the fact that she had boobs, but at least id didn't have any holes to see those boobs. The Warden seemed to hate Ratchet even more after that incident – if that was even possible. The Warden hated ratchet because she was the representation of lack of authority. Someone of higher power placed Ratchet here and there was nothing The Warden could do about it. It seemed that every time ratchet brought attention to herself, it reminded Warden of how little power she really has which, in turn, made The warden hate ratchet even more. But none of this even bothered ratchet. She had 22 months to go and she would never have to see this wretched place again. Never the shovels, never the tent, never The Warden.