bad girls

9

Tori

When I arrive to the camp, what welcomes me is a lady with a box that says 'phone deposit' asking for my phone. Like the smart person I am, I give her my phone. A fake one. She smiles and goes away. The next thing that welcomes me to this hideous place is... Yes, you guessed it. Another lady! This time, the lady has a box that says 'please deposit your drugs in here, there is no way in hell you're doing them in here'. I can't believe they could fit that message in the box. I shrug, lift my middle finger, and keep walking. I don't bother going to reception, my parents paid for my room to be the '69'. I love that number, it's hilarious.

I enter the room to see four girls that look about my age but without the drugs and everything. Except one, one of them looks totally fucked. Maybe she will be my partner in crime. I just hope she is not suicidal, that'll screw the whole thing up.

I smile and say, "Am I too late for the party?" I get a normal cigarette from my pocket and light it up. One of them, 'Eyebrows' I'm going to call her, looks like she is about to throw up. Hasn't she ever seen anyone light up a cigarette? But after I feel a light tap in my shoulder. I turn around to see a man, bald, muscular complexion and about forty, is standing right behind me, with the angriest expression I have ever seen. Like ever. And I have parents. And teachers. Nothing has ever seemed so angry at me before.

"I guess you are Ms. Martin. I've heard a lot of you, you are a legend around Brooklyn schools. May I know, indeed, why are you smoking in here? In Knightley's Delinquent Camp property?" He looks back and forth from my eyes to my cigarette. I smile.

"Well, Mr. Vin Diesel, I was celebrating with my friends here about how we all got safely to camp." I try my best smile. God, I'm so stoned. "It is my last cigarette. I swear. Here, take it." I offer him the cigarette and Mr. Vin Diesel looks confused but takes it. He throws it to the ground and turns it off with his foot. Next thing he does, he exits. The girls automatically start hysterically laughing after he leaves. I allow myself to let a small laugh too.