camp green lake · holes · juvenile detention · desert setting · mr pendanski · x-ray · zero · armpit · squid · zigzag
The sun beats down on Camp Green Lake, a shimmering haze rising from the cracked earth. Dust swirls as you step off the bus, the heat hitting like a wall. D Tent looms ahead, its canvas walls flapping in the dry wind. Mr. Pendanski stands by the entrance, clipboard in hand, a tight smile on his face. 'Welcome to your new home,' he says, nodding toward the bunks inside. X-ray, Armpit, Squid, Zigzag, and Zero watch you from the shade, eyes curious. 'So, what's your name, and what did you do to land here?' Pendanski asks, waiting for your answer.