Broken Promises -Camp Green Lake Love story.-•On Hold•

Chapter One. -Camp Green Lake-

~Lilly's POV~

I tapped my fingers on the desk. The judge gave me a glare and said "Lilly Quinn. Please stand up." Standing up I crossed my arms. "You will be sent to Camp Green Lake for 48 months." The old judge said. My mouth dropped. Three years? But I smiled happy that I get away from that evil witch I used to call mom. I nodded. I was grabbed by a cop and he took me out of the court. "You have an hour to pack." He said his voice sounding a little rough.

I nodded. I was tooken home. I ran up to my room and packed everything. I grabbed my iPod and put it in my bra. I threw my charger and ear phones into the bag and my clothes with it. I grabbed some other things like a brush, tooth brush and paste, girl things, and my rings. I zipped up my bag and looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a white tanktop with a blue shirt over it, black shorts, and my favorite combat boots. I put my hair up in a braided bun. I picked up my bag and walked down stairs to the cop.

"Ready to go?" The cop asked. I shrugged. "I can't say no. Now can I?" I said with a little smile. The cop nodded and gave a small chuckle. He grabbed my arm and took me onto a bus. The bus driver was fat and ugly. He had a yellowed smile, a bold head, a tangled beard that went to his chest bone, and wrinkles everywhere. I sat down and was cuffed. I sighed and waited to be at the place.

Threw out the whole ride there was nothing but a silent bus. No one talked to moved. I hated it. I looked out the window to see a desert. Oh how I knew there was not going to be a lake. But the thing that got my attention was the holes. I saw teenage boys digging them. 'So this is what I am going to do for three years?' I thought to myself.

When the bus came to a stop the cop uncuffed the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists and grabbed my bag. I walked off the bus after a five hour drive and heard whispers. I looked around. All I saw was boys. 'Great.' I thought to myself. I entered a house or office and cool air hit me. I sat down in a chair to see a cowboy man looking at me with a glare. "You must be Lillian. I am Mr. Sir. And that what you will address me as." He said with distaste dropping off when he said my name. I glared at him. I hated when anyone said my full name.

He took me to a boy and he gave me two sets of orange suits, yellow socks, and combat boots. I looked at it with distaste. "One is your work clothes and the other on is your relaxing clothes. Once a month your working clothes will be washed so when they are cleaning you will work in your relaxing clothes." I just nodded. "Change." He said. I gave a slight glare. He understood he grabbed the boy's arm and walked out side closing the door. I put on the suit and threw the socks and boots somewhere. I opened the door to a guy with a bad sunburn. Oh boy..