Sleepaway Camp III: Teenage Wasteland Page #5

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Stop it right now or I will

call Officer Whitmore.

Shame on you, Cindy.

So... Maria.

What's your favorite color?

- Blood-red.

- Hey, me too.

- Really?

- Yeah!

Oh, sharing.

That's nice.

He scared that raccoon

half to death.

It was so funny.

Come on, Tony.

Scream again,

we want to hear it, come on.

This white girl keeps

giving me a hard time.

- You poor baby.

- I hate to ask this,

but whatever happened

to Angela Baker?

Nobody knows.

There've been no pictures of

her since seven years ago.

Plus, when she was 18 her

juvenile records were destroyed.

So all we have to go

on are descriptions.

But she was a counselor

here last year.

Didn't anyone take

a picture with her?

Nope.

She wasn't very popular.

Supposedly

nobody wanted to.

Well, what did she look like?

She's white.

5 foot 5, 115 pounds,

brown eyes, reddish-brown hair.

She's 21 years old.

And what would you do

if you ever met her?

I'd kill her.

Alright, you sharers.

Come gather 'round.

Alright, everyone.

It's time to put our

differences aside, Cindy,

and try to move on.

Atta girl.

We're going to do

a trust game right now.

Let's break up into pairs.

Let's break up

into pairs, Bobby.

Looks like you and

me are partners-

- Shut up!

- Cool, man. Right on.

One of you will be

blindfolded with

your hands tied

behind your back.

Your partners will then

lead you around

and after 15 minutes

or so you'll switch.

Oh, this'll be fun.

You can go first.

- Good work.

- Ow.

Oh, did I hurt you?

I'm sorry.

How you doing, honey?

- Okay.

- Good.

I wish I could

say the same.

That n*gger could

have killed me.

I bet he would

have liked that, too.

He could brag to

all his homeboys

how he massacred

some rich white girl.

Those street gangs

do that, you know.

- Would you watch out?

- Sorry.

Be a good girl and stay

right there just a second.

- Hey!

- Gotta have my ciggy-

There's something

crawling on me!

- I don't see anything.

- Get this blindfold off.

What did you put on me?

Honey, it was nothing.

Your turn.

You don't have to get

so screwed up about it.

You city kids have just got

to get used to the country.

- Too tight?

- Yeah.

- Where are we?

- It's a surprise.

Well, I'm getting tired

and my feet hurt.

I thought you country girls

were used to this kind of stuff.

- Ha ha.

- Are you a cheerleader?

Yes.

- Are you a virgin?

- No!

- Do you take drugs?

- Doesn't everybody?

- Strike three.

- It's about time we stopped.

Take this stuff

off me right now.

Did you hear me?

Oh, I get it.

You're leaving me now.

Oh, help!

Something's crawling on me.

Hey!

What...

What are you doing?!

God!

Oh, is this some

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