Another day of misery. Aching pain, horrible nutrition and extreme sun. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself so I'll start by saying hello. Hi, my name is Stanley Yelnats. I come from a poor family who lives in a tiny apartment but my biggest problem is that I'm always in the wrong place at the wrong time. I guess this is because of my no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather. At least that's what my dad says. You see, he's an inventor but not a very successful one. Although he tries his hardest, he to has no luck. Whenever he fails you can always hear him cursing my no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather. It's always good to have someone to blame. Although I'm never lucky and come from a poor family, I'm a good kid although I'm a bit overweight but that doesn't really matter, does it? Some people would see it as kind of funny but I'm bullied by a small kid that I'm three times the weight of. Actually the last unpleasant encounter I had with this boy was on the day I was arrested. Later I would find out that this encounter proved my innocence.
When I was walking home with my notebook that was wet because the bully threw it in the toilet at school, these shoes flew from the overpass above and hit me on the head. I took the shoes and started home when I was pulled over by a policeman who somehow recognized the shoes and put me under arrest. Later I would find that these shoes were the famed "Sweet Feet" that belonged to the famous baseball player Clyde Livingston. These shoes were donated by Clyde to the shelter he grew up in and were going to be auctioned of at the shelter auction to raise the shelter some money. The shoes were estimated to be sold for thousands.
The next few months flew by me in a flash. First there was an investigation and then an announcement for a trial. Then the trial was post-poned for the longest time but one day I found myself in a court room given the choice to go to jail or be sent to Camp Green Lake. At first I thought it would be fun like the camps in my childhood fantasies but reality eventually set in. I found myself on a smoldering hot bus, handcuffed to a seat with a guard in front of me. We were diving through a wasteland of desert.
After the eight hour drive we suddenly stopped. When I stepped off and looked around, I was in a desert surrounded by cabins, tents and various buildings. There was no lake at Camp Green Lake or there hadn't been for a hundred and ten years. I was taken into a cabin and was confronted by a man chewing on sunflower seeds and had his feet up on his desk. He introduced himself himself gruffly as Mr.Sir and told me all about Camp Green Lake. Afterwards he opened up a hidden fridge, took out two bottles of cola and handed them to the guard who then left. Until now I was unaware of my own thirst but then it finally set in. After I was told the rules and expectations of the camp. I was told to start digging a hole five feet deep by five feet wide every day and then I was stripped down, searched and given orange clothes. I was then taken to my tent, introduced to my councillor and was shown to my cot and storage box. After a confrontation with my fellow inmates I was then given a semi beat down for calling a boy by his real name. I thought that this was very weird. After a dinner of food that was pretty gross I went and layed down in my cot which was previously inhabited by a boy named Barf Bag. The cot smelled horrible but I eventually fell into a heavy sleep. The next thing I knew I was woken up by Mr.Sir's yells to wake up. We trotted to breakfast which was as gross as dinner except for the orange juice. After that we grabbed our shovels and were told to walk out into the desert. We had only our shovels and a canteen full of water. We were told that we must dig the hole to the required measurements and then walk back but if we found anything of interest and the Warden liked it, we would get the rest of the day off. I was told by some of the guys like X-Ray (he unofficial leader) that the first hole would be the hardest and it was. Long after everyone else left I was still there digging. When I finally finished I spit in my hole and walked back. I was sore, exhausted and the blisters on my hands were massive. After another dinner of slop I went to sleep, tired and exhausted. Man that was a hard day.
When I was walking home with my notebook that was wet because the bully threw it in the toilet at school, these shoes flew from the overpass above and hit me on the head. I took the shoes and started home when I was pulled over by a policeman who somehow recognized the shoes and put me under arrest. Later I would find that these shoes were the famed "Sweet Feet" that belonged to the famous baseball player Clyde Livingston. These shoes were donated by Clyde to the shelter he grew up in and were going to be auctioned of at the shelter auction to raise the shelter some money. The shoes were estimated to be sold for thousands.
The next few months flew by me in a flash. First there was an investigation and then an announcement for a trial. Then the trial was post-poned for the longest time but one day I found myself in a court room given the choice to go to jail or be sent to Camp Green Lake. At first I thought it would be fun like the camps in my childhood fantasies but reality eventually set in. I found myself on a smoldering hot bus, handcuffed to a seat with a guard in front of me. We were diving through a wasteland of desert.
After the eight hour drive we suddenly stopped. When I stepped off and looked around, I was in a desert surrounded by cabins, tents and various buildings. There was no lake at Camp Green Lake or there hadn't been for a hundred and ten years. I was taken into a cabin and was confronted by a man chewing on sunflower seeds and had his feet up on his desk. He introduced himself himself gruffly as Mr.Sir and told me all about Camp Green Lake. Afterwards he opened up a hidden fridge, took out two bottles of cola and handed them to the guard who then left. Until now I was unaware of my own thirst but then it finally set in. After I was told the rules and expectations of the camp. I was told to start digging a hole five feet deep by five feet wide every day and then I was stripped down, searched and given orange clothes. I was then taken to my tent, introduced to my councillor and was shown to my cot and storage box. After a confrontation with my fellow inmates I was then given a semi beat down for calling a boy by his real name. I thought that this was very weird. After a dinner of food that was pretty gross I went and layed down in my cot which was previously inhabited by a boy named Barf Bag. The cot smelled horrible but I eventually fell into a heavy sleep. The next thing I knew I was woken up by Mr.Sir's yells to wake up. We trotted to breakfast which was as gross as dinner except for the orange juice. After that we grabbed our shovels and were told to walk out into the desert. We had only our shovels and a canteen full of water. We were told that we must dig the hole to the required measurements and then walk back but if we found anything of interest and the Warden liked it, we would get the rest of the day off. I was told by some of the guys like X-Ray (he unofficial leader) that the first hole would be the hardest and it was. Long after everyone else left I was still there digging. When I finally finished I spit in my hole and walked back. I was sore, exhausted and the blisters on my hands were massive. After another dinner of slop I went to sleep, tired and exhausted. Man that was a hard day.
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