Hello. This is my first Holes fic with a really stupid idea and I don't know how this will turn out, but I love Holes so I'll try!

I own nothing but Isabelle Brown. I'm sorry she's a girl! That's only because I suck writing in boys' pov.

Note: I'm Finnish, so there can be lot's of spelling mistakes. Sorry for that.


"We're here," the guard said smiling as he pulled me out of the bus. I yawned and squinted my eyes in the sunlight. I had been sleeping on the long bus ride and the sun hurted my eyes. I gazed around and expected to see a desert, but instead there was a large, blue lake and trees.

Well, that's nice! At least I can have some fun.

Then I was led in a cabin where I saw a very hansome man sitting behind a desk. He had a long, brown hair tied to a ponytail and brown eyes.

God, he's hot! And when I say hot, I mean hot. I think I am in love. I'm in love with those perfect lips and I could go there right now and kiss him and- ...well back on the subject!

The very hot and handsome man smiled warmly and offered me a bottle of lemonade.I blushed, but thanked him and began to drink as he talked with my guard. Then he turned on me.

"My name is Mr. Sir," he said with a small laugh. "You know, I love that name it's so funny. Well you don't have to call me that, you can call me Marion if you want. But I'd prefer to be called Mr. Sir."

"Okay, Mr. Sir," I said. Shit, I'm blushing again...

Mr. Sir browsed trough my papers. "Now let's see... Isabelle Brown... Age 14... Whoa, you killed a guy?"

"I didn't do it," I said hastily. I didn't want Mr. Sir to think I was a killer. By the way, that was the truth. Mr. Sir squeezed my shoulder, a fatherly look on his face. "I believe you," he said. "Come on, you have to meet your counsellor."

We went outside. There stood a man. A tall man. Very tall. I couldn't see his face before he knelt down beside me. He was very handsome too, with blond hair and blue eyes. (Mr. Sir still was hotter than him!) But unlike Mr. Sir's, his eyes were cold.

"I'm Dr. Pendanski," he said lazily. "You will be in D-tent. D stands for...um... what the hell... A difficult word... Let me think... Dickheads?"

"No. D stands for diligence," Mr. Sir corrected him friendly.

"Right," Dr. Pendanski muttered. "Just few things to know, girl."

"It's Isabelle, Dr. Pendanski."

"Whatever. First, don't call me a doctor because I'm not one. Second, I don't care if you killed a guy or not. I don't care how you feel, I don't care if you die here. I don't care about you! Got it?"

"Um, y-yeah..."

That Dr... I mean, Mr. Pendanski guy is kind of scary...

"It's 'yes, Mr. Pendanski!'"

"Yes, Mr. Pendanski!"

"Good. Now, let's meet the idiots of D-tent. Follow me." He started to walk away.

No! I don't want to follow him! I want to stay with the hottie, and I will, no matter what. I want to-

"BRING YOUR SORRY ASS OVER HERE!"

"Yes, Mr. Pendanski!"

We walked through the camp. There were many hot boys drifting around, but none were as hot as Mr. Sir. Finally we stopped in front of a big tent with a huge 'D'. Mr Pendanski looked at me. I looked back, blankly.

"Get in there!"

"Yes, Mr. Pendanski!"

And I stepped in.


So, what do you think? It sucks, doesn't it? Yes, I know. Please review, and flame me if you want. I don't care as long as I have ice cream!