DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HOLES; I DO NOT OWN CAMP GREENLAKE, OR X-RAY, ARMPIT, SQUID, MAGNET, ZIG-ZAG, CAVEMAN, ZERO, THE WARDEN, MR. SIR, OR DR. PENDANSKI.
All I own is a bass guitar.
Oh, and Auden. I own her too.
A boy's camp? But why would they send a girl to an all boy's camp? Is it because they think I'll fit in? Or is it because they think I'm tough enough?'
Wisps of brown hair fell before the attractive features of sixteen year old Auden Warick. The girl had never served before. Beads of sweat formed around where the handcuffs around her slender wrists were. She sighed softly, blinking as her amber eyes gazed outside of the window of the moving bus. It was a wasteland. It was the only way to describe it. The girl seemed to be lost within her own thoughts. She had never been a talkative person, nor had she ever been a wall flower.
It was just last week. She knew she was guilty, her father did too. Actually, she distinctly remembered her drunken father's words;
'You think I give a flying fuck if you go to jail?'
No. She didn't. Auden was a small girl, pushing 5"4. She had virtually no muscles and her skin was soft and delicate. She was fast though, very fast. It was her pride. How swiftly she had stolen those pearls. She just loved the glow of them; in fact she loved pearls, and the ocean. Her necklace dangled around her neck, revealing a single large pearl that her mother had given to her a long time ago.
The bus came to a halt as Auden was thrown against the seat in front of her because of the unexpected impact. "Ow." She muttered, but the guard did not offer her a second glance. It was dry, and it looked like a desert. It was worse, the heat was almost unbearable. It wasn't humid; it was dry, dry heat. "Heh. Where's the lake?" She said, offering the guard a grin. The man just grumbled something about the trip, and she almost felt sorry for him. But, it was his job. "Follow me." He said, moving towards a building.
It looked like a campsite of a camping trip gone wrong. Tents were scattered everywhere, and there were no trees. Well, except one. It looked like a dried out oak tree, and it was in front of a small cabin, isolated from the rest of the camp. As she walked across the area, she noticed dirty, sweaty, disgusting boys stare. "Fresh meat!" One of the boys shouted. She ignored them.
"Damn. It's a girl."
She heard wolf whistles, as she tried to keep a straight face. Most girls would try to hide the feeling, cover it up by miserably holding their head low. But she couldn't help feeling good, she liked being recognized, even if it was in a crude way. She didn't crave attention, it was just a normal human trait. "Auden." A man said, chewing annoyingly on a sunflower seed. "Warick...?" He said. They'd entered a wooden building, and to her dismay, it wasn't air conditioned. She sat in front of a desk, it was cluttered and disorganized. The man before her had ugly sideburns, and an evil glare about him.
"My name is Mr. Sir, whenever I address you, you will call me by my name is that clear?" He said, his voice full of venom.
She just shook her head. "Hah. What's your middle name? 'Mister?" She said. Auden never stood up for herself, but sometimes, her tongue did. "You think this is funny? Girlie? Well, I guess I'll only give you four shower tokens for the week, would you like that?" He said. Auden opened her mouth, but he rose, and it was quite intimidating. She shut her mouth and shook her head. He handed her two pairs of clothes. They were flamboyant orange jumpsuits. Possibly the ugliest things she'd ever seen. She was given boots, and instructed to dig one hole every day, five feet wide, and five feet deep. She changed into the jumpsuit, and it was much too large on her. It was most likely built for a boy, and not her tiny female figure.
A skinny man with sun tan lotion and a cowboy hat walked into the room. He was very cliché. His socks were pulled up to his knee caps and he had a great big smile on his face. "My name is Dr. Pen-dance-key." He said slowly. "I can speak English." She muttered. "Well that's good, this is America after all." He said, leading her outside. She tied the top part of her jumpsuit around her waist, revealing a plain black tank top. "You'll be in D-tent. Over there's the mess hall, the wreck room, and that's showers, there's only one knob cause there's only one temperature... cold." He said pointing to the obvious. "Um--" She looked at the showers; they only concealed the bottom part of the body. Mr. Pendanski didn't seem to notice her.
Three filthy boys approached them. "Yo mom. Who's the newbie?" A boy with dirty glasses said. He was black, and considerably taller than her, most kids were. There were two boys behind him. One was a large boy on the left, he was also black, and the other was a tall kid with a towel on his head, and a cap on top of it, he was also chewing on a tooth pick, on the right. He was white. "Rex, this is Auden, she'll be in D-tent, and Auden, this is Theodore, Rex, and Alan." He said. "Hi." She said. Auden looked at the boys, she tried to smile, but it came out more like a smirk. "Shit, it's a girl." The boy to the right said. "Alan, watch your mouth, you'll be in the presence of a girl from now on." He said. "His name's not Alan. It's Squid, and that's Armpit and I'm X-ray." He said. "And him, he's mom." Squid said, pointing to Dr. Pendanski "They all have their little nicknames." Mr. Pendanski muttered.
Squid put his hand over his mouth, and snickered. He must've said something to make the other boys laugh. Oh boy. How was she ever going to live with a bunch of boys? Mr. Pendanski also didn't realize the comment Squid had just made, as he didn't recognize the showers. She glared at them, as Mr. Pendanski led her to their tent. X-ray, Squid, and Armpit followed. She noticed that the boys listened to X-ray, like he had some sort of authority over them.