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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:09 am
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Elle climbed out of the van. She grabbed an overstuffed blue backpack and threw it on the ground. It had been a long trip. A four hour bus ride to a department store parking lot in the middle of nowhere, from where she was picked up by a faded blue, dented van from the 90's driven by a gum-smacking bleach blond in her twenties. Another forty-five minutes into the wilderness, and here she was, in downtown termite central. The driver got out of the van and walked around the front, coughing from the smog produced by the idling engine. Still smacking her gum, she told Elle that she had been assigned to cabin B, but water damage from a leaky roof led to a relocation to cabin A. Great. A quick walk across the campground and she found herself at the door of a back-to-basics cabin. She stepped in, ignoring the mayhem of the other cabin mates completely. There was already someone in the nearest bunk on the left, so she took the one on the right. A set of linen was folded at the foot of the bed. Elle kicked her backpack under the bed, ignored the sheets, grabbed the cotton blanket and crashed on the mattress buttons of the bed. She threw the blanket over her head and shut the world out with an unsatisfied grunt.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:20 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:28 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:24 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 8:42 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 11:11 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 2:07 pm
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Elle sat up straight in her bed. She reached under the bunk for her backpack. Cramped in between the zipper line and a red hooded sweatshirt was a slightly torn and crumpled brochure. In big happy letters the camp's name was written, and inside were photos of happy girls, smiling and laughing. She ripped through to the last page, where a schedule was printed. Checking her watch, 12:15, the schedule said that she had an hour for lunch. She crammed the brochure back into her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She never went anywhere without her backpack. She flung the door open and slammed it behind her. She stormed past a trio of girls, presumably her cabin mates, and stomped her way through the grounds. She approached the dining hall and picked up her pace, not noticing a raised root on the ground. She tripped, cursing loudly, and caught herself on the column outside the doors to the hall. Hands full of splinters, Elle's temper soured even more, as she grabbed a metal tray and headed for the food. She approached the cook, clad in a hairnet and sporting the appropriate mole on her nose. "You got any meat?" She asked, quite seriously. She cook snorted and told her that there would be chicken fingers tomorrow and hamburger helper on Friday. Elle muttered her insincere thanks and proceeded to fill her tray with a burnt grilled cheese sandwich, a fruit cup, and a can of discount store orange soda. She looked around. Every table had some form of human life sitting there, eating, sulking, thinking about the girl she had been ripped away from, etc. She spotted a table, regrettably near the door, but occupied only by one girl. She approached the table and slammed the tray on the table. The girl looked up at her. Elle raised her eyebrow and winked at her. The girl gasped and left the table. "They broke her." Elle muttered to herself and sat down to eat.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 9:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 12:58 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 9:15 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 9:57 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 4:53 pm
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Elle looked at her tray and shrugged, "Worse, huh? Pysch Ward? Military school?" Elle's tone suggested she was kidding, though she knew how spot-on she was being, having attended both. Her mind slipped into memory lane briefly, remembering her step-father's multiple approaches to her "sexual rehabilitation". The hospital wasn't too bad. She plastered a smile on her face, reached out to the other patients, spoke openly in group and one-on-one therapy, and swallowed whatever pills they gave her. She was out in less than a week. Military school was supposed to teach her life priorities. She played the "ultimate failure" character; refusing to keep her hair cut, constantly out of uniform, sleeping in, keeping her quarters a mess, fumbling through obstacle courses and, when placed on potato duty (It actually existed in her school), proceeded to butcher about 17 spuds and fall asleep against a crate. She was kicked out in a little under a month. Her focus snapped back to the present and smiled politely at Kit, "You know maybe it isn't very nice to meet you, considering where we are." She leaned in and lowered her voice, "Just tell me one thing. Are you one of us or one of them?" She grinned to herself, awaiting the confused expression that was to come.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 8:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 11:28 pm
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