The Girl at Camp Green Lake

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Camp Green Lake was the literal definition of the saying, "we're in the middle of nowhere". As we drove past the miles of bone-dry desert, I started to notice large holes scattered around in various places. There was no sign of life, not even a cactus. Which I thought was sad. But it also got me thinking; were they really driving me out here to execute me or something? Is that what the holes are for? Why are there so many of them?

Time slowly dragged on as the dusty old school bus zipped past the barren desert. Eventually we began to slow down. Then, I realized, there were kids in those holes! Almost a hundred boys, but I was sure they couldn't all be boys, it's probably just because they all wore the same orange jumpsuits. Anyway, they were digging out shovelfuls of dry dirt and throwing it into piles near their holes. Is this what camp is? I had never been to camp, but I was pretty sure that it was supposed to be fun. And to me, digging holes in the hot sun did not look like very much fun. And where's the green lake? Finally, the bus came to a stop by an old rusty wooden building. The bus driver looked back at me and grinned. He was missing several teeth. Actually, most of his teeth.

"Here you go miss, Camp Green Lake. Hop on out!" Jack and Jill stood and walked over to me to unlock the handcuffs. Then, they guided me over to the bus's doors and pushed me out.

I take a deep breath. The air is old and musty. My mouth is instantly parched, and now all I can think of is how much I'd like a refreshing cool sip of ice water. I can just imagine the amazing feeling of the cold water sliding over my dry tongue.

Jack and Jill seem to feel the same, because I can see their eyes have started to glisten, and they keep clearing their throats.

"This way." Jack says. Jill pulls me towards the old cabin to our left. A sign in front of it reads,

Front Office

We step inside.

I gasp in awe at the strange decor of the single room. Random papers and files litter the crowded room, lizard's stuffed heads flank the dirty walls. They were the strangest lizards that I had ever seen; their milky white tongues sticking out of their smooth black teeth. Their skin was a sickly colored green, and on them were about twelve yellow spots each. They were basically, Yellow Spotted Lizards.

Behind the desk in the front of the room, sat an old cowboy. He had a wide brimmed straw hat and wore a checkered shirt which was tucked into his jeans. Don't even get me started on his face. Let's just say, he had one wrinkly face. 

He chuckled. "Two of you this time? Must be a real bad boy you're holdin'."

I looked at him. Was it that hard to tell if I was a girl or not? I mean, I had longish hair, and a femenin body. Most people would assume I was a girl. Old people for sure.

"Well, um... This one's a girl sir."

The cowboy stopped laughing and actually looked at me. "What? What the hell is a girl doing here?!"

Jack cleared his throat. "There were no openings at any girl camps."

Wait, girl camps? What have I gotten myself into?

"No openings?"

"Yessir."

"And may I ask why there were no openings?"

Jack looked embarrassed. "Because all the camps for girls were filled up."

"Well then, missy," the cowboy grimaced. "We need to bring you to the Warden."

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Jack and Jill had left me.