“What the hell, Destiny? You lied to Ava and I, you put your campers in danger and you lost a table! Who does that?” Destiny hung her head. It had been a while since she had failed like this. Lou’s eyes were practically red with rage. “My room….now!” Destiny shook a little. Her friend Gwen Flores had been to Lou’s room once when Lou caught her getting head from her boyfriend Matteo. She was not looking forward to this as Lou stomped to her cabin. “Destiny…you better go now. I took too long once and she brought out the hairbrush!” revealed Ava.
Destiny really didn’t want the hairbrush. She forced herself to be brave. She was 18 now. Sure it would hurt. Hurt a lot even. But the fear of her punishment was probably worse than what it would actually feel like. It had to be. She nervously made her way to the Director’s chamber. Lou was tapping her foot and holding something. “The bed is over there. I expect your clothes to be folded neatly next to it. All of them.” Destiny gulped. “All of them?” “NOW!” demanded Lou.
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