Camp Guerre

Chapter 1

"Camp Guerre" a deep voice splits the silence that was shrouded over the camp, turning every face to look at him. "Is a camp for delinquents" his eyes take in the crowd, as if he's speaking I each and every one of us. "Founded in 1998, we've been straightening up the teenagers in the society." His voice was malicious, with no emotion flowing into it but power. "And we don't stop until we do" he eyed everyone, as if challenging someone to go against him. His piercing green eyes seemed to be able to pick out who didn't care as much, giving them long glares. I resisted the urge to smirk at him as his eyes pierced my own. He moved on, and I took in his crisp suit, shining watch and polished shoes. His muscles popped out from even under his blazer, making him even more intimidating. He looked about 40, and looked more as if he was meant to be a commander of the army with his close cut blonde hair, rather than the head of a camp for delinquents.

"Thank you, you may now go to your rooms" he finished off his short speach, somehow making even the 'thank you' sound as if he wanted to kill us.

Everyone around me started to shuffle around, picking up their bags and belongings, and silently turning towards the cabins. That man, whoever he was, really knew how to be harsh. It was as if a cruel glare was embedded into his face. I silently chuckled at that idea, earning a few shocked and amused looks, before copying everyone else's actions and making my way towards the brown cabins. All of them were identical, excluding the numbers that were hammered into the sides. There were about 50, from what I could see, in that area of the woods. They looked quite homey, with a couple of steps leading up to a small porch, and the door.

"You're new, aren't you?" A masculine voice said from my left, and I turned to see a boy, about my age, with brown hair and shining blue eyes, looking at me.

"I am" I replied, raising an eyebrow at him. "And you are?"

"Darren. Darren Michaels" he held out a hand towards me. I didn't take it.

"Great" was all I said, and I turned, heading back to the cabins. Weird boys randomly talking to me on my first day. Fun.

"Hey!" he was back again, hurrying to keep in step with me. He had an annoying grin on his face, that I really just wanted to slap off. I glared at him, "what do you want, Michaels?" I asked with a dry voice.

"Hate me already?" He feigned hurt, placing a hand on his heart. "But we just met."

Yeah, and you're starting to get annoying already I thought, rolling my eyes and walking away again.

"Come on, you didn't even tell me your name!" He shouted after me, his voice sounded exasperated. I didn't care that he was the first person I talked to, he was just so pushy. And pushy people were extremely annoying.

I ignored him once again, reaching a table where all the delinquents seemed to be going. A woman with blonde hair and grey eyes looked up at me, pulling her glasses down to her nose to get a good look. "You are?" She asked.

"Autumn Jones" I replied curtly. She shuffled through the sheets, finding my name, I presumed, but before she could tell me my cabin number, Darren shouted out behind me.

"Autumn Jones! Nice name!" I growled under my breath, forcing myself to not turn around and punch him in the face. That would not be a good impression for my first day.

The woman raised her eyebrow, then told me my room number, 17. I nodded, not in the mood for smiling, and turned away, heading to where I presumed Cabin 17 would be.

"Carla! How nice to see you!" Darren's voice sounded as annoying as ever and he greeted the woman at the table.

"Darren" was her bored reply. I smirked at how she had to endure his presence, almost imagining the look on her face, as I walked off towards the cabins.