A caravan of THREE CAMP BUSES with the name CAMP WALDEN FOR GIRLS emblazoned on their sides climb a tree-lined road. The Buses turn down a narrow lane and pass through a freshly painted wooden gate as the CAMERA RISES giving us a sweeping view of beautiful CAMP WALDEN. A magnificent lake sparkles in the distance with red canoes lined up on its shores. over this quiet serenity we HEAR the Bus HORNS HONKING to announce the first day of camp has officially begun.
Girls. Girls. Girls. Tall ones, short ones and everything in between. Some carry pillows, others carry stuffed animals, all wear backpacks. There are more pony-tails swinging at this moment than you can imagine. Teenage Counselors try to control the pandemonium without much luck. The only men in sight, the Bus Drivers,. toss duffel bags out of the buses and into a large pile.
MARVA KULP, the owner of the Camp, late sixties, four and a half feet tall, wearing khaki shorts, talks through a BULLHORN. Next to her stands her daughter and first lieutenant, MARVA JR., just under six feet, tanned and humorless. She also holds a BULL-HORN.
Good morning, ladies and welcome to Camp Walden. I'm Marva, your Camp Director and this is my daughter and right hand man, Marva, Jr. Girls, please find your duffels as quickly as possible, we've got a big, big day ahead of us. Marva,'bunk assignments, if you please.
Berg, Kate, Iroquois, bunk seven Berg, Lily! Chickasaw, bunk five!
Hallie wears overalls, a baseball cap that says Girls Rule, sunglasses, and a sweat-shirt tied around her waist. Her ears. are pierced, her hair is short, she wears bright red high tops and metallic blue nail polish.
(finding her duffel bag strap)
Okay, I can do it.
Okay, no I can't.
You must be new.
How can you tell?
Thanks. it's the big blue one.
(helps Hallie pull on the
Thanks, it was a going away gift from my Dad.
Zoe shoot the Bus Drivers a look. Just then, NICOLE, a strapping ten year-old in a tie-dye T-shirt, beads and a bandana around her head arrives and easily pulls her duffel from the center of the pile.
Now that's my kind of woman.
Hey! Tie-Dye girl!
Nicole turns around.
(grabbing her foot)
That would be negative.
Aaaahhh! Why, thank you.
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