Hi, this is my first fanfic story, I hope you enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: Well, you know the drill. I don't own any of the original holes characters, camp greenlake or anything, but I would appreciate it if nobody copied my characters or storyline.

Chapter 1: the end to my perfect, unblemished life as I knew it

So there I was, Azalea Williams, on a bus to Camp Green Lake. Don't ask, I may as well tell you the whole story. I was at school, and that ratbag of a guy, Brett Thorn, I think his name was, followed me home. I turned around and told him to rack off, to see him with a bag of green notes. I looked closely to see that there were thousands of dollars in that bag, and he had stolen it from a nearby bank. A police officer was heading our way, as Thorn handed the bag to me and punched himself in the face.

"What do we have here?" enquired the officer coldly. The insolent brat of a boy then trailed off this long, complicated lie that I had stolen the colossal amount of money and he was going to return it when I punched him, so he handed it back to me, knowing that the officer was coming their way. My mouth dropped open, but before I could protest, I was dragged into a police car, with cold handcuffs around my perfectly manicured hands. He WON'T get away with this, I'll tell my parents the whole story. They'll believe me, they always do.

(at the police station)

"Do you realise such a crime this is for someone your age?"

"But I didn't… Daddy, tell him! Thorn did it! He set me up!"

"Azzy, darling, just do as the nice officer says and we'll take you out to a broadway show after." This softened me, but I was still mad. Who did this officer think he was?

"We'll see you in court, young lady."

Well, at least I got a broadway show ticket and and iced chocolate with peanuts out of the old man.

(in the courtroom)

I hope to never be in such a situation ever again in my life. Well, first, the judge asked me questions like how much money was in the bag, and which bank I stole it from. I told him plainly that I didn't steal the money , and a brat of a boy by the name of Brett Thorn stole it and made it out that I was guilty.

Well, you'll never believe this: Thorn was the bloody judge's son! I was absolutely shocked, and boy, did Brett take after his father!

"You've got a ticket to Camp Green-lake, 18 months. Pack your bags, the bus leaves tomorrow."

"But your honour, only boys go there!"

"Nice try, miss. They've recently started accepting female delinquents."

Great. So now, I am off to the dreaded Camp Greenlake. Well, if it had lake views it couldn't be all bad, but I think something pretty nasty must have turned it green.. ew.

When I got home, I started to weep, yelling "Why me?!" My parents came in, and comforted me with words like "You'll be just fine" and "We'll send you letters, and presents every week." I soon got over my fit, and packed the necessities- my pink iPod, nail polish, moisturiser and sunscreen for my fair skin, and shampoo for my golden hair. I still couldn't believe it. Away from everything I knew, for more than a year. I would SO break down, then they'd let me back.

So much for THAT plan…

So, here I am on the smelly, air-conditioned bus, riding across some sort of desert. Hey, we've stopped. The bus must've broken down, no way was THIS our destination. Where was the lake?

Then, the door opened, and a security guard shoved me out of the cool bus, into the dry, hot desert.