/A.N./This is my first Holes story. I don't know, and can't tell you how long I've been wanting to write one. This of course will be the overused cliche of a girl at Camp Green Lake story, but none the less I hope you enjoy it anyway.

This story will have some parts of the movie and the book in it.

And also if the speech is grammatically incorrect it is meant to be so.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with Holes. I own my OC and the plot.

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Part One: Shovel In Hand

Chapter One: A Misfit Among Misfits

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Simply put, she was at the wrong place at the wrong time, and she might have been innocent. I might have overreacted. At least, that's what I told myself on the longest but ride of my life. The thin breeze of humid air through the small crack in the bus window gave little relief. At least it was making me forget about the itchy ring of sweat around my wrists where I was handcuffed to the seat.

I lazily and disgustedly gazed out the dirty window at the barren wasteland that was stretched out before me. After a few hours the earth began to morph into the moon, deep craters everywhere. The holes looked small from my elevated position on the bus, but I knew looks could be deceiving.

That was what I was going to be doing for the next eighteen months, cloning the moon. Digging those god-awful looking holes, building houses for Lord knows what kind of creatures. I snapped my head up when I heard the bus driver grunt. I saw a cluster of little buildings form on the horizon.

I looked at the ceiling and tried to enjoy what little peace and quiet I had left. Twenty minutes later the guard was walking back towards my seat. He uncuffed me and waited till I grabbed my purple backpack. That backpack was the only part of familiarity I had left and would serve the only comfort. I had gotten it in the fifth grade eight years ago. From all its use I had resulted in sewing patches and whole sides onto it. By now it was as if I had made it myself.

I slipped my backpack onto my bare shoulders and stood up. I pulled up my almost-to-big light blue jeans and smoothed out my yellow tube top. The only reason I dressed like this was because they had told me I was going to Camp Green Lake. However, on the bus ride over here the driver told me I was going to a camp where they dig holes. I thought I had gotten on the wrong bus and when we got there they'd send me to the right place.

That was until the guard lead me to a small building with a sign that said, YOU ARE ENTERING CAMP GREEN LAKE JUVENILE CORRECTIONAL FACILITY. Ok, well fine, I'd be okay. Where was the lake? All I saw was a bunch of dusty building out in the middle of nowhere, with boys sitting on the front porch staring at me. Come to think of it there were quite a lot of boys around and very few girls, and by very few I meant me. I was starting to feel not as confident as I hoped I looked.

Inside the building I felt the sweet relief of the air conditioning. I didn't dwell on the fact that by the sound of it, it would cut out any minute. I looked around and saw a man at a desk with sun glasses and a cowboy hat on. He had his feet propped up on his desk and looked pretty comfortable.

"What's with the sunflower seeds?" the guard asked as I looked to the man behind the desk.

"I give up smoking," was his simple reply.

He got out two cokes from the refrigerator behind him, from my experience with men I knew that neither was for me. He gave one to the guard and told him the other was for the driver. The guard left me alone with the man behind the desk.

He picked up my file and spoke," Kat Tazimori. You musta done more than this here rap sheet says to end up in 'ere."

I didn't speak.

"My name is Mr. Sir. Whenever you speak to me you must call me by that name, is that clear?"

I nodded my head.

"Well Tazimori you're not in the girl scouts anymore," Mr. Sir said, stood up, and left.

When he came back in his hands he had two orange jumpsuits, two white wife-beaters, two pairs of socks, white sneakers, a white cap, and a towel. There was a plastic bottle on top which was to be my canteen, and a few small yellow coins. When Mr. Sir told me to undress at looked at him like he was stupid.

"Mr. Sir I think that's illegal," he stopped for a minute, rolled his eyes, and walked out the front door of the building motioning me to follow. I shoved the clothes in my already full backpack and followed him.

"You can change in your tent. You'll be in D-tent. You are to dig one hole each day, including Saturdays and Sundays. Each hole must be five feet by five feet, use your shovel to measure. And you better learn how to wake up early, 'cause breakfast is served at 4:30."

We walked on touring the buildings,"You find 'nything interesting you give it to me or any other counselor. When you finish digging, rest of the days yours."

He went on to tell me to run away if I wanted to, but they had the only water for a hundred miles, and I'd be buzzer food by the third day. I was grateful that another man walked up to interrupt Mr. Sir. He looked at me strangely. Like I was out of place. Everybody had been looking at me like that around here.

"My name is Dr. Pendanski. I respect you Kat," I looked at him strangely. That was a new one,"I know you've made some bad choices, but that doesn't make you a bad kid. You'll be in D-tent. D stands for Diligence. I'll be your counselor. This right here is your tent." He opened a flap of a large army green tent. Inside were several cots, a crate converted into a makeshift table, and seven boys staring at me.

"My eyes are starting to play tricks on me. I see Mom standing in the doorway with an angel." a black kid with thick glasses said from his position on one of the cots.

"This is Kat, she'll be the newest member of out team. Make her feel at home boys, she'll be with you for the next eighteen months. And remember NO funny business. It should be no labor to be nice to your neighbor." "Mom" said out loud, which caused me to roll my eyes, in turn causing some of the boys to grin.

"She gonna be digging with us and everything?" the other black kid asked.

"Yes Theodore, she is," Dr. Pendanski nodded.

The boy with glasses smiled," Hallelujah, there is a God!"

"Calm down Rex, remember what I just said."

"Whatever Mom. And the name's X-Ray. That's Squid, Armpit, Magnet, Zigzag, Barfbag, and Zero," X-Ray introduced me to everyone after Pendanski had used their real names.

"They all have their little nicknames, but I prefer to use the names society will recognize them by. You'll get one, soon enough, I'm sure. I'll leave you kids to get better acquainted, and Theodore, I'm going to give you the responsibility of showing Kat around," after that Dr. P., as I had taken to calling him in my mind, had left me in the tent with the boys.

"Where do I sleep?" I asked looking around for the most unused looking cot.

"You sleep in this cot right here, between Squid and me," X-Ray smiled. He seemed to be the leader, he did all the talking at least.

"Thanks," I dumped my backpack in the milk crate at the foot of the bed and lay down on the cot to test it.

After a few little wiggles I had made myself comfortable while the boys watched. It didn't really unnerve me, and after all, I had expected it the moment I stepped off the bus and realized I was the only girl here. I cracked one eye open and looked around, no longer content with simply sitting there.

"So Armpit, you gonna' show me around or what?" I smiled as he jumped up and nodded his head.

Armpit took me around the little circle of buildings explaining where the Mess Hall, the showers, the water spigots, and the "Wreck" room were. Of course, our trip was not without the expected whistles and cat-calls, but nothing got out of hand. Armpit and I made our way back to the tent. I crawled back onto my cot and watched the activity on X-Ray's cot. Him and Squid had several small rocks arranged on the surface of the cot and were apparently playing some sort of game with them.

I watched the game, mildly intrigued until a piercing bell rung. I covered my ears,"What the hell was that?"

"The dinner bell. Come on I'll show you how it works," X-Ray said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I glanced at it somewhat nervously, but followed anyway.

In the mess hall I was lead through a line, received what I assumed to be food, and was swiftly escorted to D-tent's table after an incident with a large, and I do mean large boy, introduced to me as 'The Lump.'

I looked around as all the boys began to dig into the imitation food. All was peaceful until a dark hand reached across into my plate.

"You didn't dig today," X-Ray said.

"And?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"You wouldn't mind givin' your bread to someone who did, now do you?" he smirked.

"Take what you want today, but I'd be careful next time. Everyone's in here for a reason," I pushed my tray in his direction so he could take the bread.

He looked at the others, some of which shrugged, before reluctantly taking my bread.

"Speaking of reasons, what are you in here for chica?" Magnet asked me.

I moved my mouth to say something, but Barfbag beat me to it,"Let me guess, you're innocent. They've got the wrong girl?"

I gave a small, wistful smile," No, I did what I'm in here for."

"'O wha wa eh," Squid said, chewing his food. (So what was it?)

"It's a long story," I said, taking a bite of my banana jell-O.

"Incase you haven't noticed, we're all gonna' be here awhile," X-Ray said, having already forgotten the bread incident.

"Then maybe you'll hear it eventually," I got up and dumped my tray in the dish pan full of murky water and brown suds.

I walked back to the tent and changed into my "relaxation" clothes. If nothing else, in the morning I would already be dressed and ready, save my shoes. I pulled out a pad of paper and pencil from my backpack and began writing. It was ten minutes before the boys filed in and made themselves comfortable. By that, I mean they all stripped down to their boxers. I didn't dwell on it, you've seen one man naked, you've seen them all. I do have to say that Squid kinda caught my eye, but that's beside the point.

"You writin' to yer boyfriend?" he asked me.

"Trust me, he'd be the last person I'd write to," I rolled my eyes at his memory and continued writing.

"How come? He the reason you in here?" Armpit asked, causing all the boys to look at me, awaiting an answer.

I sighed,"Ya'll aren't gonna' leave me alone 'till I tell you, are you?" they all shook their heads."I'll tell you what. If you let me get a good night's sleep, I'll tell you while we dig tomorrow. It'll help us all go faster."

They all groaned, but rolled over in their beds taking on a sleeping position. I was relieved I didn't have to spill anything yet. I kinda put myself in the situation, but still, I wasn't too open to telling my life story to seven juvenile delinquents that I had just met.

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/A.N./ This chapter was just the basic 'starter chapter' if you will. Kinda boring, sorry 'bout that, but I promise the story WILL get more interesting. Please review and tell me what you think. The next chapter should be up soon.