Welcome to Camp Hope

🐈 Vallen's POV 🐈

I felt as if my lungs were on fire. Oh hi. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Vallen Lee Martin. Now back to what I was saying, I’m running from the police. It’s a funny story actually. I’m a pick-pocketer. I may or may not have taken a cops wrist watch. 

“Stop running! Put your hands up!” The police woman yelled. 

My legs feel weak. I really want to stop. No you need to run faster, I told myself. Next thing I know is that I’m quite literally eating dirt. 

“This would have been easier if you just stopped,” She complained. 

I gathered a wad of spit and dirt then spat it in her face. She groaned in disgust. 

“I don’t give a shit bitch. Let me go!” I yelled out. 

I struggled for a while as she tried to handcuff me. She cuffed me then had me stand up to search me. Multiple wallets, dollar bills, and jewelry was taken from me. I groaned as she rolled her eyes. 

She placed everything into a plastic baggy. I was taken into a police station. The cuffs were too tight on my wrist. The woman and the chief were arguing outside the interrogation room. 

I kicked at the table leg out of boredom. They had taken my beaten up phone away from me so I have nothing to occupy myself with. The chief walked into the room. I glared at him. 

“We need your parents phone number,” He said. 

I tossed my bangs out of my face. I gritted my teeth quietly. I kicked the table so hard it flipped. That made the chief jump out of fright. 

“Now young lady. We are just trying to help you. If you don’t want to be cooperative, we will just detain you,” he said.

 I just sneered at him. He sighed and walked out of the room. I looked up to the ceiling. I ended up losing track of time. I really needed to get out here. Where is everyone? The door opened hesitantly. A petite woman; maybe 5 '2, walked into the room.

“Ex-excuse me. I’m here to take you to the rehabilitation camp,” she said. 

I allowed her to lead me to a CPS (Child Protection Services) car. I disassociated myself from everything. My belly growled at me, complaining about how I haven’t eaten anything yet. The woman gave me a meek smile.

“Did they feed you?” She asked me. 

I shook my head in response. She pulled into a gas station. She parked the car beside a pump. 

“Do you have any allergies? Or anything you want?” She asked. 

I shook my head again and rested my head against the window. The woman went into the store. She came back with a bag. She first pumped gas into the car. 

“Here sweetheart. They should’ve fed you. You’ve been in their custody for over three hours.” she informed me. 

I took the chocolate granola bar. I gave a small nod of thanks. My hair fell into my face. I brushed the long locks out of my face first. I slowly ate the bar while staring out the window.

 Soon enough she pulled into a woodsy area. I saw a huge wood banner. On it said, ‘Welcome To Camp Hope.’ Is this where I am going to live for a while? There were two CPS (including the car I’m in) and two cop cars. 

A very large man stood outside a big cabin. The woman got out of the car to speak with the man. I gritted my teeth in anger. The woman opened my door as other people opened the doors of the other cars. 

I blatantly refused to get out. She pleaded for me to get out of the car. When that didn’t work, she tried pulling my arm. I ripped it out of her hold.

“Don’t touch me.” I hissed, by this time everyone was watching us. 

“Sweetheart, you have to get out. Why are you acting like this?” she said. 

I rolled my eyes at her. A cop in front of her car walked over to us. The officer asked what’s wrong. The woman explained that I wouldn’t get out of the car. The officer leaned into the car. 

“Ma’am get out of this car.” he demanded. 

I gagged then looked him into his eyes. 

“I am a boy. And no.” I stated harshly. 

I guess this was the last straw. I yanked out of the car. I began kicking and fighting. I was pinned to the ground by . I was growling in frustration. 

“Hey let her go,” the large man shouted. 

The officer got off of me then the man lifted me to my feet. I glared at everyone. I’m sick of them calling me a lady. I glared at everyone here.

The other kids were also in handcuffs. We were led into the large cabin. I was searched and given a medical exam. I hated how I was poked and prodded at. After that I was taken to a room with metal picnic tables that were bolted to the floor.

“Go sit down dear.” The woman; who had brought me here, said. 

I sat in the far corner by the window. She unlocked my cuffs after I sat down. I rubbed at my wrists while watching her retreating back. Slowly more of the kids entered. First it was a tall boy, six foot something, with dark red hair and purplish eyes. Red sat in the middle of the room. 

The next kid to enter was another boy who was 5’5’’; I’m guessing. With dirty blonde hair and warm hazel eyes. Blondey sat diagonally from me on the opposite corner. The last kid to enter was a girl. She was 5 foot something. She had blue hair and gray eyes. Bluey sat in front of me. She tried to make conversation, but I wasn’t really interested.

Then the large man from earlier came into the room. He was the tallest out of all of us. He was 6’2 or 6’3’’ with an extremely muscular body. His hair was black and had green eyes. Muscles cleared his throat gathering all of our attention.