Heat pounds down on the D-Tent plot of camp Greenlake, he air filled with the occasional fling of dry dirt from one of the many wholes being dug by the D-Tent campers. Greenlake is a juvenile work camp, an alternative to prison for kids whove committed actual crimes, like Zigzag and his fire crackers, all the way to guys like Stanley, who didn't even steal those shoes.

"Yo, Caveman, you got you're hole done yet?" Armpit, the largest and admittedly dumber of the boys calls. The skinny Stanley pokes his head up. "Uh, yeah, almost." He mumbles, awkwardly rubbing at his orange jumpsuit. "Why?"

"He's tryna get you to refill his water for him, boy." Sqyid chuckles, already having finished his hole. He sits on the edge of the paranoid and odd Zigzag, who grin and raises his brows. "He's trying to use you like a workhorse." Zig says, and laughs along with Squid.

"Whatever man, forget it." Armpit huffs, rolling his eyes and fake jolting at the two snickering southerners across the plot. "I mean, I would've gotten it-" Stanleys cut off by X-Ray, the psuedo-leader of the deliquents adjusting his glasses and making an announcement. "Car." He says cooly. "Somebody's coming to camp."

"New camper?" Magnet, a Hispanic boy asks, looking up. "S' kinda a weird time for a newbie, don't they arrive in the evening?" Xray shakes his head. "Not a camper. It ain't the bus." This gets the boys attention, and they all begin to chat and speculate about who it could be. Keeping his head down and digging his hole, Stanley peers at the youngest member or D-Tent, Zero. The usually silent boy sends and akward smile to Stanley, his only real friend and mentor.

"Who do you think is visiting, Zero?" Stanley asks, nudging him. "Maybe something good news?" Zero chuckles slightly and shakes his head. "Don't count on it." He mumbles, making Stanley laugh and return to digging.