teenage delinquents

chapter 01

authors pov.

she got up at 7:00am, giving her just enough time to get dressed and ready. she just wore a pair of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, as she was too unbothered by what others thought of her. she did feel just a slight bit of guilt as she got up though. she felt as if she should've just knocked the guy out, but we know thats only what she meant to do.

the bus arrived as her stepfather was at work. she got on quietly. the officer cuffed her hands, which she wasn't fond of, but she didnt care. she let him do his job. she felt a bit of queasiness as they drove. "sir," she started. "hm?" the man grumbled. "how long until we are there?" she asked calmly. "since you don't live too far, around 3 and a half hours." he said. she nodded and smiled as a way to say thank you to him. he nodded back. she looked over at the window, falling asleep for the next few hours.

the judge hardly talked about camp green lake, which wasn't so good on y/n's part. what the judge didn't tell her is that the camp was full of boys, and only boys. she also didn't know that you had to dig holes for character development, but she was good at digging. not the fastest, but she could definitely out-dig a lot of kids at camp green lake. she obviously didn't know that the camp would grow on her, but she also didn't know how much she would like it there.

-time skip to like 15 minutes till they get there-

she woke up and rubbed her eyes as she looked out the window again, holes and holes over flowed the dirt. god her mom and her trypophobia would never survive here. she looked at the officer, slightly confused on where she was. he "camp green lake. did the judge tell you that it's an all boys camp?"

"what? all boys?" she asked. "yes. but the warden only said yes because of the crimes you commited. it wasn't your fault though." the officer reassured. she smiled at him in return. she liked this officer. he kind of reminded her of her stepdad. they came to a sudden stop. y/n slightly pushed forward as tthe bus stopped. as she walked towards the bus doors, the bus driver told her to stay safe.

the officer followed behind her. they both walked cautiously. y/n didn't want to look at the other people there. she knew she was being whistled at, and she even heard some kids calling her fresh meat. but did she care? not one bit. she couldn't care. she just walked out. she just hoped someone in these hell holes would be attractive, and at least felt the same towards her.

she walked toward a building with a big sign, it was covered in dirt, so she couldn't really read it. it kind of looked like the sign read "saloon." she whispered to herself. the officer looked over at her and hummed in question, as if to ask her what she meant. "the sign. it looks like it says saloon." she pointed out to the officer. "yeah, it does. it used to be an old town, i can see where you see it."

'why was the officer being so nice?' she questioned to herself. they walked into the old building, a man with strange side burns and a shit ton of sunflower seeds on the floor. just the shells. she heard 1979 by the smashing pumpkins playing in her ears, only to remember her ipod for music. she listened. she didn't want to disturb anything.

"ah, y/n..." the man asked for her last name. "it's y/n barlow." she said. she didn't say it with attitude, she just said it. he wrote her name down, and she could see that he wrote down her crimes already. y/n sat down. "so y/n, my name is mr. sir. when you talk to me, you must address me by my name. got that?" he sterned. "yes mr. sir."

she looked normal, but inside she was trying really really hard to not laugh. mr. sir? was this some kind of joke?

never ever in her 16- almost 17 years of living, and she had never wanted to laugh so hard. mr. sir grabbed a coke out of the mini fridge, "here you go" he said. y/n knew that it wasn't for her. "youre rather smart." mr. sir said. she nodded. "but you don't talk as much."