Hey this is two chapters more than I thought it would get to

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"Four am should be illegal." Mel moaned peering out of her tent trying to see through sleep encrusted eyes. The gloom reminded her of waiting for the bus to this place. The numbers on her watch showed the time, 4:01 am, too early in her opinion. She pulled her hoodie over the tank top she had slept in, she wasn't going to bother to change her pyjama pants till later.

"Brooks! Up now on no hours will count for the day!" Mel heard yelled from right outside her tent, from the sound of it the man, Mr Sir was his name apparently, had been told to give her a wake up call. Mel doubted the warden wanted her sleep interrupted. She stumbled out of the tent grumbling about the tent opening being stupid and out to trip her.

She was showed what she had to do and was left to it. She was tempted to spit on some of the honey tortilla things but she didn't want to be a hypocrite. It was about four thirty when the morning alarm went off. She stood by the platters making sure they only took what they were allowed, her memory was great for that.

She didn't notice Mr Sir walk up beside her until he spoke.

"Listen here girlie, these boys need a firm hand when dealing with them, it's the best way, always worked for me." Mr Sir growled in a low tone as if sharing a huge secret. Mel's eyes widened and she blinked a few times trying to figure out if she had actually heard what she thought she had. Mr Sir hadn't noticed and was sneering at boys as the passed by. Mel was wondering how he missed the innuendo in his own words.

"I'll keep that in mind," Mel said her words were a bit strangled. She was thinking the complete opposite, she wanted the images from her mind. She watched as the last person headed out to the holes. If she wanted a shower then she would probably take it in a few minutes. Just in case one came back for something.

In the middle of the heat filled site a shower no matter how cold was welcomed. Four minutes was too short though. She'd been given one token and only one, and she was expected to keep clean with this. Her art supplies would keep her from being clean, the paint alone, then consider the chalk and charcoal, the oil pastels and the graphite blocks. She was doomed to look like a walking piece of art for her time here.

"Brooks! Take the truck for a water stop" Mr Sir yelled at her about an hour later. He threw the keys at her only for Mel to miss. She picked them up dusting them a bit.

"I don't know where they're digging"

"There's a map in the truck"

"Ok" Mel said smirking. She got in the truck. "How far to the nearest pizza place?" she pondered aloud. She shook her head to get rid of the thoughts of edible food and put the truck in gear. The truck handled like a kid with concussion, within seconds of moving the dust had covered the windscreen and the wheels didn't feel aligned so she had to wrestle with the steering wheel to avoid ditching it in a hole.

"Hey look, it's the chick." Mel had barley gotten out of the truck and she was seriously considering getting straight back in. Unfortunately if she did that I would count as not doing her job. So it would be goodbye hours, hello digging a hole.

Mel held the containers under the water and filled them almost painfully slow, she had seen most of them take the last bit just before walking over so it didn't impact them so much. It did however increase the time it would take them to dig, meaning more peace for her.

It did however mean she had to spend more time being watched; tomorrow she was going to find a baggy tee shirt to wear.

"So girl, you want to stay here for a bit" one of the guys offered with a leer.

"No thanks, I have other things to be doing." 'Like planning your demise by blunt spoon' was Mel's afterthought. She finished up with the water and practically leapt back into the truck to head to the next group.

It took just over an hour to get round to all of the groups, she took a few wrong turns and the boys were jerks in general. Mel just collapsed in the shade that was her tent the second she was released from the water truck duty after her second round. She wanted to draw but she really didn't have the energy; telling the boys to piss off was draining.

She didn't bother to emerge until the sun was lower in the sky, she almost immediately went back in, despite trying to be inconspicuous it was obvious the boys were waiting for her.

Some were shooting hoops the others just hanging around, she could tell though, in this heat being anywhere but the shade was stupid. She glanced at her watch and groaned, it was about time to start on dinner.

Joy. Spending time threatening the boys with blunt and sharp objects. She made her way over to the kitchens, there were different boys, Mel supposed they rotated it.

"So chick whatcha here for?" Mel turned around with the knife in her hand and glared at them.

"If I am going to get asked that every single day then I will use this for disembowelling you lot" she waved the knife around a bit excessively to get her point across.

"You idiot!" Mel sighed as she turned to face them, from the looks of it the ring pull had broken of a can of something. The trio were looking at it in puzzlement, they either had no idea where the can opener was, there wasn't a can opener or they were all too stupid to use a can opener. Mel decided the second idea was most likely.

She snatched the can from the boys grasp and got a fork. Digging some of the prongs into the small gap where the ring pull had been she proceeded to lever the top off.

"You're all idiots," Mel said handing it back. She finished up with the onions idly wondering if there were going to have this slop every day. She ate her food without actually tasting it, probably a good thing, she could barley stand the smell. Years of having to eat at the canteen in middle school had trained her well.

The sun was about to touch the horizon when Mel got some peace, she was sat in the doorway of her tent with a drawing pad in hand and pastels by her side. When using pastels or chalks she refused to use pencil or black to out line bits unless it was needed. Because of this her picture formed as a blur of colour slowly forming a picture as she darkened parts to get the shadows right.

"Brooks!" Mel slung her supplies back into the tent and stood up to see the counselors and Mr Sir panicking around the counselor tent. She sprinted over hearing the panic.

"Brooks, I need you to drive Mr Pendanski to the nearest hospital now! He's been bitten by a rattler." Mel nodded at the command from the Warden. She moved to let the others through carrying the man. "We can't be short more than one counselor," was the meager explanation for why she was going.

They took him to a flatbed truck the Mel hadn't noticed and put him in the passenger seat. Mel got in the driver seat and caught the keys thrown at her. Jamming them in the steering column she started the engine and roared off down the dirt track towards civilisation.

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Just so you, my amazing readers know, insparation did hit me, luckily before I hit my brother (which he deserves), it distracted me while I was ploting his demise. The next chapter hopefully won't be too long