Chapter 2

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Hai guys!! Brooke here!! As you all heard in Sophie’s previous author’s note, I’ll be helping her with this story, as I’ve been on wattpad a bit longer and understand how to do some stuff and stuff. Anyway, don’t go giving me credit, because it was entirely Sophie’s idea and stuff, so I’m just helping her with the format and wording some of it. Anyway, hope you like this chapter!! (It’s in my POV :P) - Brooke <3

 

[brooke]

 

I knew it was a stupid idea to join forces with Sophie. Yeah, she was a pretty cool girl, but she honestly had no idea what she was doing. I, on the other hand, had been stealing since I could crawl across the floor. This would have been a piece of cake if I had had anyone but her to work with, but all she had managed to do was get us caught. What type of sane criminal doesn't double check the security measures before entering a building? I was pulled from my thoughts with the jolt of the breaks being slammed on the bus. I would have been able to catch myself, but my hands were handcuffed behind my back, allowing me to be thrown to the ground. I rolled over and groaned, rubbing my aching bum. Sophie helped me up and an officer came to lead us off of the bus. As my feet landed on the dirt road, I heard the officer say in a monotone voice,

“Welcome to Camp Second Chances… Although I doubt you’ll ever have another chance at life, considering you’re in a prison camp.”

 

We were lead down the road some ways before we came to a house. It wasn’t just any house, but a huge farm house, surrounded by many acres of land. The land was lush and green, with dozens of barns and orchards scattered about.  To top it all off there was an enormous pond in the center. The whole cliche’ scene was, of course, bordered by a white picket fence. The front door of the house suddenly burst open, and a plump, sweet looking woman approached us. Despite her kind appearance, she spoke sternly.

 

“Oh, I assume you two are the new arrivals?” She glared down at Sophie. Maybe the woman wasn’t so sweet afterall. She turned to the officer and spoke quietly with him, sending stern glances our way every once in a while. Finally, the officer approached us with a key and unlocked our handcuffs, muttering about how we could escape at any moment. As soon as the woman was sure he was gone, she turned to us and beamed.

 

“So I’m guessing ya’ll are Sophie and Brooke, correct?” Sophie nodded curtly, as confused as I was with the woman’s sudden change in attitude. She led us into the house, which was lushly furnished. No one was around, but it looked as if much time was spent in the house. She entered a small room that served as an office, and sat in at a small, messy desk while referring to the chairs in front. We both sat.

“Well, I’m Ms. Mayberry, and I run this little farm.” I smiled nervously at her. Of all the places I’d served time, this was the weirdest.

“Let’s go over your files-” Ms. Mayberry started, opening up a yellow folder that was lying on her cluttered desk. The door swung open and a girl with long, blonde, hair burst in.

“Aunt May-’” the girl started. She looked positively distraught.

“I know the new people are already here. This is my niece, Tori. Tori, this is Brooke, and Sophie.” Ms. Mayberry formally introduced us, but the girl interrupted her.

“No, that’s not what it is! Oreo is in labor! You’re needed down at Barn A right now!” The girl left without notice, and Ms. Mayberry stood quickly to leave.

“I apologize girls, but I must go. This is a very important occurrence. If you two would just make yourselves at home, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” With that, she left quickly, heading out the door and towards one of the many barns nestled on the property.

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