Chapter 2
Buses, Bozos and Boys
I yelped as, once again, my head banged against the window as we rode over another bump.
"Stupid bus," I muttered.
"Ness, don't blame the poor bus," Claire scolded jokingly, but just as she said that, we went over another bump, and another bang of the head.
"Stupid bus."
After one million more holes and one million more head-bangs, we were finally there. The guard pulled us off of the hot bus and into the even hotter desert. A boy was walking past and when he saw us, dropped whatever he was carrying and ran away, his mouth gaping wide.
"They're looking at us like they haven't seen a girl in forever," I whispered. I then realised that since this is a boys camp, that was probably true. Claudia didn't pay attention. She was too busy waving and blowing kisses at all the boys. What a flirt.
I walked towards the office in ,what was to me, slow motion, which was interrupted when the guard pushed me into the office.
An ugly man sat at the desk, spitting out sunflower seeds.
"What's with all the sunflower seeds man?" the guard laughed.
"Gave up smoking. Sit," he commanded. We did just that.
"Renesmee Cullen, Claire Jackson and Claudia Morrison? What kinda names are those?" he asked, but didn't wait for an answer, " My name is Mr. Sir." Mr Sir? And he thinks our names are ridiculous! "You will address me as this at all times. Got it?"
We nodded. "Yes Mr. Sir."
"Gimme your backpacks," he commanded. I clutched tightly onto mine, but released my grip when he looked at me threateningly. He looked through them, and threw them back at us.
"Follow me." He lead us to a small shack which was filled with orange jumpsuits and black boots.
"Everyday, you will dig one hole, 5 feet deep, 5 feet wide. Your shovel is your measuring stick. Here are your jumpsuits." He threw us two hideous orange jumpsuits and work boots. "One is for work, one is for relaxation. Laundry is every 3 days. Then your relaxation clothes become your work clothes." Just then, a stupid looking man bounded in.
" Renesmee, Claire, Claudia? My name is Mr Pendanski. I will be your counsellor. You are in D-Tent. D stands for diligence. Follow me," he bounded back out, motioning for us to join him.
He lead us to an ugly green tent with a giant black D on it and pushed us inside. There was seven cots in view, and giant white curtain draped in the back corner. There were seven boys in there as well. Five of them were playing cards, but two were on a cot, looking at a sheet of paper in fascination. If that was the only entertainment around here, then I would be bored to death.
"Who the chica's Mom?" one of the boys asked.
"This is Renesmee, Claire and Claudia. Girls, this is Rex, Theodore, Alan, Ricky, Jose, Stanley and Zero."
"Mom, that ain't right. I'm X-Ray and this is Armpit, Squid, Zig-Zag, Magnet, Caveman and. . . er. . . Zero again," a skinny black boy with giant glasses said, pointing at each of the boys.
"Cool. And, call me Nessie." I said.
"Well, I'll leave you alone then ladies. Remember boys, it should be no labour to be nice to your neighbour." And with that, he bounced out.
"Hi," Claire said quietly, playing with the ends of her long,brown hair.
Claudia didn't say anything. She was too busy eying Zig-Zag up and down.
Suddenly, a loud bell went off.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Dinner. C'mon."