Chapter Seventeen
After "dinner" I made everyone a PB&J sandwich.
"Guys, we're almost out," I said while zipping up my bag.
"Just mail Sarah and ask for more supplies," Lewis said while stuffing the whole sandwich into his mouth.
"I couldn't. I've asked her to send so much already. I haven't heard from her in a while though, maybe I will write her," I said walking back over to sit down.
"So, Stanley are you ready for tomorrow?" Armpit asked not actually sounding interested.
"Why? Digging a hole doesn't sound that hard," Stanley said generally unconcerned.
"You'll see," Princess said.
"Okay campers time for bedy-bye," Mom sang walking past the tent.
"Okay, girls. Time to leave to go to 'bedy-bye'. Night losers," I said getting up.
"Night Queen of Losers," Squid said back.
"It's unhealthy to talk to yourself," I said walking out of the tent.
We went back to our tent and got into our cots.
"What do y'all think of Stanley?" Dutchess asked to nobody in particular.
"He's cool, kind of a nerd, but cool," TC answered back sleepily.
"Yeah, he's going to go through a lot of pain tomorrow," Hype said half consciously.
"He going to change this camp, I have a feeling," Stranger said barely above a whisper.
"Yeah, and I'm going to sprout a beak," I said, "Go to sleep, we have another long day tomorrow."
The next morning we all heard the painful thud of Squid flipping Stanley off the cot to wake him up. We, the girls, all got dressed in our lovely orange jumpsuits and walked over to grab the shovels.
"Hey, who gets the short shovel now X-Ray's gone?" Hype asked trying to wake up.
"Well, probably Squid, if he can get it from me," I answered running over to grab it.
"Why do you get it?" Hype asked.
"Think, I'm as short as the regular shovel. It is so hard to dig with something the same size as you. I get it because I need it," I told her.
We all sat down for breakfast, when the guys came over to wait to go to the site with us.
"So, Stanley; how do you like waking up at four o'clock in the morning," Dutchess asked him while watching his face of disgust at seeing 'breakfast.'
"Doesn't matter if I like or not. What is this?" He said still staring at 'breakfast.'
"Food substitute," TC said.
"Come on ye lazy girl scouts, this way to your site," Mr. Sir said while driving slowly past us in his crap truck.
When we got to our site we all heard the infamous 'If You Find Anything Interesting' speech with the infamous response 'What am I supposed to be looking for?'
We all watched as Stanley took his first butt plunge trying to crack the surface, and his second, and his third. He finally cracked the surface and started to dig. The sun had come up overhead and we were all a lot farther along in our holes than Stanley. We all started to get out of our holes.
"Where are you guys going?" Stanley asked probably thinking we were leaving.
"Mr. Sir's here with the water truck," Lewis said walking past.
Stanley got out of his hole after a couple of tries and tried to go stand with the guys.
"Sorry Stanley. End of the line, go behind Stranger," I said when he tried to cut me.
After Mr. Sir filled our canteens he looked at Stanley's numerous blisters and went over to look at his hole.
"Ye better start digging faster or ye're going to be digging in the hottest part of the day," he said walking back to his truck.
We all left, leaving Stanley to finish digging his hole by himself.
"I don't like him," Squid said.
"Why?" I asked shocked. I thought Stanley was sweet.
"He asks a lot of questions," he said.
"Like what?" I said sensing this wasn't the real reason.
"I can't think of anything at the moment, but you just wait he'll start asking you questions too," Squid said frustrated.
We were all showered and in the Wreck Room when Stanley came in exhausted. I watched as he tripped over The Lump's outstretched leg.
"Hey, watch it!" said The Lump.
"You watch it," Stanley muttered, obviously planning an early death.
"What'd you say?" The Lump demanded.
"Nothin'," said Stanley.
The Lump rose. He was almost as big as Stanley and a lot tougher. "You said something." He poked his fat finger in Stanley's neck. "What'd you say?"
We all rushed over to form a crowd around Stanley.
"Be cook," said Squid. He put his hand on Stanley's shoulder. "You don't want to mess with the Caveman," he warned.
"The Caveman's cool," said Armpit.
"I'm not looking for trouble," Stanley said obviously not getting he was Caveman.
Squid and Armpit led Caveman over to a couch. Lewis slid over to make room as Caveman sat down.
"Did you see the Caveman back there?" Squid asked.
"The Caveman's one tough dude," said Lewis, and he lightly punched Caveman's arm.
"C'mon, Caveman, dinner," said Hype.
"You coming, Caveman?" said Squid.
Caveman looked around to see that Hype and Squid were talking to him.
"I'm Caveman?" he asked me.
"Hey, it's better than Barfbag," I said, still disgusted that my brother allowed people to call him that.