Chapter 2: New Arrival

So, here I am, on a stupid bus on my way to a stupid camp without my stupid best friend who is locked up in a stupid jail. Life's great for me. Sarcasm, of course.

I miss Tara already. We've known each other for only a few years, but before her I was a bit of a loner, and now I'm back where I started out. Lonersville: Population, me.

I begin to hum, just randomly. Just to keep me occupied. Just to stop me worrying. Doesn't work.

The bus stops abruptly and my face finds itself embedded in the seat in front of me.

"Fresh meat!" someone calls. I frown. Do they know I'm a girl? Or do they just call everyone 'fresh meat'?

I step off the bus and into an oven.

"Gah! So hot!" I moan.

"A. . . girl?" someone in an orange jumpsuit runs past, yelling, "IT'S A GIRL! I MUST BE CRAZY!" Yes, you just might be.

"This way, missy," I'm yanked by the arm into a cool office. Sitting at the desk is a cowboy, with his feet on the desk. He spits something into the bin by the desk.

"Gross," I mutter. He looks up from the paper he's studying.

"Madison Blake?"

"Yes," I didn't want to be too cheeky to him; he looked dangerous, and that gun in his belt looked ready to shoot me at any false move.

"Welcome to Camp Green Lake. My name is Mr Sir," I tried to stop myself sniggering, "You think that's funny, girl?"

"N-no, Mr Sir," I tried to keep a straight face.

"Good. Now, everyday, you will dig one hole, five feet deep, five feet in diameter. Your shovel is your measuring stick. Follow me."

He got up from his desk and I followed him to a shed-like building. He got some things off of the shelves and threw them at me.

"Put these on," I couldn't help noticing the perverted-looking boy smirking at me from the other side of the room.

"Erm, can he leave?" I asked, trembling slightly.

"Aw, come on babe," the boy winked at me. I shivered.

"You heard the lady, Ed. Turn away."

"Fine. . ." the boy grumbled, but turned around with Mr Sir. I made sure they weren't looking, then stripped down and got into my jumpsuit. I tied the sleeves around my waist.

"Done, Mr Sir."

"Good. Now, you have one jumpsuit for work and one for relaxation. Laundry is every three days, then your relaxation clothes become your work clothes. You will be in D-Tent. Mr Pendanski is your counsellor."

A ridiculous looking man bounded in. He had knee socks up to his chin and a stupid floppy hat. His nose was covered in either baby powder or sunscreen.

"Madison Blake, you may have done some bad things in your life. . ."

"Tell me about it," I snorted. Hanging out with Tara had given me a whole new sarcastic personality, and I would always talk back at anyone who questioned me. It was my way of telling people 'Get out my way, or else my friend with pound you into dust.'

". . . but, that doesn't mean you are a bad person. I respect you, Madison," he said in his horrible, nasally voice, "Follow me."

Mr Pendanski lead me to an ugly green tent.

"Boys, I have your new campmate right here!"

"Aw, Mom, we don't need no new campmates," a voice from inside groaned.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll like this one."

"Naw, mom. Take him somewhere else."

"Fine, then I'll just take Madison to another tent."

"Madison?" The tent opened, and I was instantly met with seven pairs of eyes staring at me.

Camp was going to be hard.