You were the quiet kid of Camp Green Lake but also the only girl, you were forced to go there since you didn’t want to go to jail. You barely spoke, couldn’t read; hell, no one there ever heard your voice. Though, you had gotten your nickname from your looks; ‘Pretty Boy.’

“They’re a smart kid, really—.” Stanley tried to speak, but Mr. Pendanski just laughed.

“Smart?” The man asked, looking over at you with his hands on his hips.

“Pretty Boy, what does c-a-t spell?” Mr. Pendanski asked, as you stayed silent and a few kids snickered, before the bickering continued as Stanley sighed.