Camp Revenge Season 2

Camp Revenge Season 2

Chapter 14: "Jail"

Bad, ugly people go to jail. I am not bad, nor ugly! I'm beautiful! And I certainly do NOT smell bad like they do. Ok, so maybe I did smell bad when I was five, but what five-year-old didn't?

I laid down on the bed, but I couldn't sleep because I could feel Justin watching me, burning holes in my back. I sat up. "Excuse me, but I'm trying to sleep here, if you don't mind," Damn it, where is Brownie?

Justin walked over to me. "What did you just say?"

I silently gasped. "Nothing… I said n-n-nothing,"

"You said n-n-nothing?" he mocked my stuttering.

I bit my lip.

"Well? Answer me!" he yelled.

Right before I could say anything else, a guard came over and unlocked our cell. "Lunch time," he said and escorted us to the mess hall. It was not nearly as nice as the one at Camp Rock, and I got a tray, some lunch person – couldn't tell if they were a man or a woman – put some foul-smelling crap on my tray. I think it was… meatloaf?

I turned to the man-lady. "Excuse me sir… ma'am… what is this?"

He-she stared at me.

I bit my lip. "Never mind. I'll just go now," I took my mystery-crap and my tray over to a table that no one was sitting at in the back. I played around with whatever the hell the food was. Well, I'll get real food when Brownie comes and saves the day.

Then, Justin came over to me and sat down across from me. "So. What did you say to me?" he asked.

I looked down at my tray. "Nothing. I didn't say anything to you; I don't know what you're talking about,"

He stood up. "I think you do know what I'm talking about,"

"Hey man, I didn't mean to offend you if I did," I defended.

"I think you did mean to offend me!" He walked over to me and grabbed my disgusting vomit-like orange jumpsuit and pulled me close to him, choking me slightly.

"No! I didn't! Not at all! I'm sorry!" I cried out desperately.

Then, he punched me across my face and I fell to the ground, gasping.

"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" Everyone chanted and looked over to us.

I stumbled back up to my feet and put my hand up to my nose – it was bleeding. Fuck. The guy punched me again in the stomach and I got the wind knocked out of me. I collapsed on the ground and Justin started kicking me – hard. I started crying. He picked me back up. "Don't you dare cry!" he said and punched my face again.

"No! My beautiful face!" I cried out, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Then, I heard whistles going off and then two guards took Justin away, kicking and screaming. One of them turned to me. "Are you ok?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Pretty people like me don't belong in prison," I cried.

A guard came over and brought me back to my cell and gave me an icepack. I sat down on the bed that looked like a cat gave birth on it and held the icepack up to my face.

Then, minutes later, I saw my uncle come over to my cell. "Shane!"

I took the icepack off my face. "Brownie! I knew you'd come to rescue me!"

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked, looking at my face.

I got off the bed and went closer to him. "I got in a fight…"

"What'd you do?!" he asked.

I shrugged. "I didn't do anything. Seriously. Nothing. All I said was 'leave me alone. I'm trying to sleep,'"

He sighed. "Shane, what did I tell you about talking to convicts?"

"That you shouldn't…."

Uncle Brown nodded. "Yeah," he pointed to my face. "You have a black eye,"

I closed my eyes and sighed. "Damn it…"

A guard came over and talked to Uncle Brown.

"I have to bail him out," Brownie said.

The guard shook his head. "He has to stay at least three nights before you can bail him out,"

"But that's the problem," Uncle Brownie said. "I need to get him out for medical reasons – he has rabies,"

The guard smirked. "Rabies, eh?"

I narrowed my eyes and bit down, causing my teeth to make a loud sound. "Rawr. Rabies,"

Uncle Brown nodded and pulled some papers out of his briefcase. "Yes. Here are the medical records,"

The guard looked at them and nodded. "I'll go talk to my boss," he set off.

My uncle looked at me. "You are so lucky you got rabies,"

I nodded. "Who knew rabies would save my life?"

Moments later, two other guards came back. One of them unlocked the door. "Gray – you're free to go," I hugged the guard.

"Oh thank God!" I cried.

He pushed me away from him. "But you have to be on house arrest for three days,"

I sighed. "Don't you mean cabin arrest?"

The guards took me over to a room and handed me my clothes. I quickly changed into my regular clothes and sighed. "It's good to be back in clothes that weren't warn by murderers and poor, smelly people,"

One of the police officers put something on my ankle. "What the hell is this?" I asked, looking down at it.

"A tracking device to make sure you don't run away from your house," he said.

"Believe me. I won't," I said and walked with the guard over to Uncle Brown. He signed some stuff and then led me to a police car.

"Go get whatever you need to get for the rabies thing and then stay at your house – three days minimum," the police officer said. I got in the car and the police officer got in the front seat.

Uncle Brown followed us to the hospital in his car – apparently, I need a police escort to the hospital and back to camp. When we got to the hospital, the police guy had to stay outside the room with the door open – you know, just incase I wanted to kill someone.

When the doctor came in she gave me a weird look. "What happened to you?"

"Jail. Jail happened to me," I told her.

I got my third shot – crying my eyes out – and then I got back in the police car and went back to camp.

When we arrived, everyone looked at me getting out of the police car.

Tess came up to me. "YOU GOT ARRESTED?! MY EX-BOYFRIEND IS A CRIMINAL?!"

I sighed. "Sadly, yes," I was led into my cabin, with Mitchie chasing after me.

"Shane! What happened to you?!" she asked, entering the cabin.

"I got a boo-boo from jail…" I muttered, sitting down on my comfy bed that did not smell like cat piss.

She came over to me and gently pressed down on my bruises. "Ow. That hurts you know," I told her.

Mitchie sighed. "I can't believe you got in a fight,"

I sighed as well. "Me either,"

"You'll be on house, er cabin, arrest for three days and then I'll come back and take the tracking device off your ankle. If you go more than ten feet away from your cabin in all directions, the South Park police will be alerted and you'll be arrested. If you try to deactivate or break the tracking device in any way, shape, or form, you will be arrested. Understood?" the police guy told me.

I nodded. The police guy left my cabin and went off in his police car.

A bunch of campers looked through the window at me. "I HAVE RABIES AND I'M NOT AFRIAD TO BITE YOU!" I screamed at them. They all ran away.

Mitchie turned to me. "You know you're not contagious anymore, right? You could bite me and I wouldn't get rabies,"

I shrugged. "They don't know that,"

Freedom is a great thing. Maybe that's why there was a giant war a couple hundred years ago. I see why people died for freedom now...