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I don't know why I'm making squid talk this way but I just re-read catcher in the rye and The Outsiders so… yeah…. this is how he's going to talk. Tell me if you hate it though.
Oh no. No. No. This is not happening. Not to me. Why is he here? What is my life?
After recovering from his initial shock a slow, nasty grin spread across his face. "Well what do we have here? Little miss Darcey Brooke. The golden girl of my hometown. Jesus look at you now, slumming it with us delinquents." The other boys looked at us with a mix of confusion and amusement. I just stood there gaping at him. Like a gold fish. Which of course prompted his grin to grow even wider.
"Hang on a sec, you two know each other?" Exclaimed X-ray- at least I think that was his name.
Alan laughed, "Yeah I know Darcey alright. We used to go steady in 9th grade, she was real sweet on me too." Oh god. Lord just take me now. The boys of D-tent started whistling and jeering.
"I had to end things though," he continued, "broke her little heart I'm sure. So what they get you for D? Being the world's biggest prude?" All of them laughed at that.
Hang on what? I snapped out of my haze and became very irate, "THAT IS NOT HOW IT WENT DOWN. ALAN JACK JONES, AND YOU KNOW IT!" And what did the bastard do? He just kept laughing at me.
"Oh come on now-" Whatever annoying thing he was about to say was cut off by a loud trumpet blaring. I look around in confusion. The others started to leave the tent and Alan shoved past me.
I was left in the tent with this really tiny boy. I couldn't remember his name. He just looked at me and I looked at him. This boy was adorable, looked like he couldn't hurt a fly. I opened my mouth to talk to him but he walked away calling behind him, "There's a meeting in the wreck room"
Okay then. On my way out I managed to trip over nothing, because this day obviously wasn't bad enough, and just sort of laid on the floor for a while.
Alan Jones. There's a boy I didn't think I'd ever see again. Him and his little gang of friends were the biggest trouble makers in the small town Spring Dale. All the girls had crushes on them, lord knows why. That lot were going nowhere, fast.
In 9th grade I was really naive and sheltered, because of my parents I think, and Alan was funny. Angry and a bully, but funny none the less. So of course when he asked me out, I said yes. I thought I was lucky to be seeing him to be honest. Then he got me in trouble a few times, damn near got me expelled. I was sweet on him though, like he said. Until I found out he'd been going round with Sally Hayes. Jane Austin as well. It was the most humiliating thing ever to happen to me.
I got in a big fight with him (well, I was doing the fighting. He was just laughing) and he said a lot of mean things to me. A few weeks later he was expelled from school. After that I never heard what really happened to him. There were rumors, but none them had any sense. I guess he must have done something pretty bad though, he's winded in this place. How long has he been here anyway? It's been probably a year since he was expelled.
I never wanted to date any boy again because of him. God I really hated him. I forgot how much I hated that boy until right now.
Next time I see him, I'm going to slap him right across the face. I swear I will.
Realizing I had been lying on the floor for a good 5 minutes, I slowly get up. Where was that meeting again? The wreck room.
When I found the building, Mr. Sir decided to call me out for being late, "Nice of you to finally join us Ms. Brooke."
Everyone turned to look at me. "Go take a seat by your tent mates" he continued, pointing to where the boys of D-tent were sat. I quickly shuffled over to them, embarrassment burning hotly in me. As I was walking past to sit down far, far away from Alan, he yanked me down (painfully I might add) to sit next to him. Wonderful. He turned to me, giving one of his grins while chewing that damn toothpick. I remember him doing that, when he couldn't smoke. That boy was addicted to cigarettes and when he couldn't get his hands on any he would constantly have to chew a toothpick. I guess there's no way he can smoke in Camp Green Lake, so he must be chewing an awful lot of toothpicks. Mr. Sir starts to talk again so I turn away from Alan, trying to ignore his presence.
"Now I know you boys are excited about having some ladies here, but there are gonna be some strict ground rules!" This prompted a chorus of groans and protests.
"Don't give me none of that!" Shouts Mr. Sir over the complaining boys "First off: No boys in the girls sleeping quarters at any time, no exceptions! You boys are gonna have to treat these girls with respect, so no inappropriate comments or physical contact! There will be no relationships between campers, so no trying to get fresh. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Mr. Sir" Shout back the boys.
"Alright then. You have ½ an hour to get to know your new tent mate, before group counseling with Mr. Pendanski" He dismisses us back to our tents.
Outside the building I feel someone grab my arm, and I look back to see Alan's smug face. "No physical contact Alan" I remind him trying to free my arm. He just grins and pulls me along with him.
"You and me need to have a chat Darcey"
Sorry it's really short! Let me know what you think!
Any mistakes I've made I apologize for!