Jenny Simmons
It’s been 5 days and still nothing!
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Mike Williams: We’ll find him. Ollie went to their parents.
Jenny Simmons: Do you think they know anything about Caleb going missing?
Mike Williams: It’s possible. Marc and Dean went to look for Jasper.
Marcia Butler: You better stop meddling with our family affairs. None of you have the right to be interfering.
CHAPTER 17:
A week in the camp drained me of the optimism I had when they first dumped me here. I was no longer positive with my situation, but I still kept my determination. Nicole and I were constantly observing the guards and officers. We hoped that there was a weak link or a guard who was actually on our side in this.
“All the guards here are just a bunch of homophobic pricks,” she muttered.
“Tell me about it.” I rubbed my eyes. We were required to get up extra early. The sun was barely out.
“They must really do some rigid character assessment to get these assholes.”
“Looks like we have kitchen duty today,” I said reading our schedule. “We’re gonna be cooking today?”
“Not really,” she said. “We’ll be somewhere between the cooks and the servers. Apparently, only employees of the camp are allowed to handle the kitchen equipment like knives and anything we can use as a weapon. We also do all the dishes, except for those dangerous items.”
I shook my head as we headed towards the kitchen. It was large and barely staffed. We looked around for the officer in charge of the kitchen that day. Apparently, like us, the officers also rotated areas, but they did their rotations on a weekly basis.
“Over here, fags,” a rough voice called out. We saw someone come out of the walk-in refrigerator. He was a heavy, scruffy-looking man. He stared at us with uncaring black eyes. “I’m Jimmy and you can start scraping the leftovers off the plates.”
We were on our way to the sink area when he called us again.
“I want the carpet muncher to count all the forks and spoons. Make sure they’re complete.” Nicole rolled her eyes before turning around to face Jimmy.
“How do we know if it’s complete?” Nicole asked.
“Don’t tell me you’re gay and stupid,” he said with a sigh. “Make sure they’re the same number as the plates.” He went to the preparation tables and began cutting up the meat and vegetables. “You better hurry because the breakfast shift is fast approaching.”
We stood before the piles of dishes. It was a huge task with more than three hundred people living on this camp and only two of us to clean them. I took one plate. The food was dried and crusty.
“Were these just left here overnight?” I whispered.
“I think so, but it can’t be possible because the ones assigned here should have cleaned this last night.”
“What are you two freaks mumbling about?” Jimmy shouted. “Get to work!”
We shut our mouths and worked on the task at hand. I was seriously thinking that they were doing this on purpose to simply torture us. The food was practically glued onto the plates which made cleaning them a difficult task.
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