A/N: Hi! This is my first Holes fanfic, not my first fanfic ever!

This has some characters in the Outsiders, because the characters I am using were in my last Outsiders fanfic. I know Holes and The Outsiders, didn't take place at the same time, but pretend they did!

Disclaimer: I don't own Holes (or The Outsiders.)

"Forrest Carlson and Chris Moorly, you are accused of attempted murder. How do you plead?" The judge asked.

"Not Guilty." Chris and I said together. We were asked questions by the judge.

"We didn't mean to put him in a coma and break the other ones leg and arm, We were just trying to protect my sister."

"What were they doing to her?"

"Beating her up." He told me to sit back down.

"I find Chris Moorly and Forrest Carlson guilty, and will spend 18 months at Camp Green Lake." He slammed the gavel. Everyone went outside. We were leaving tomorrow morning. Willow ran up and hugged me.

"This is my fault." She said.

"How?" I asked.

"If I wasn't walking to Soda's alone-"

"Will, stop with all that thinking. It's not your fault." Chris Said. Will smiled. She had shoulder length brown hair and sparking brown eyes. She was 5'5".

We packed; we didn't have a lot of stuff though, enough to fit in one duffel bag. We crashed at Chris's place. Before we knew it, it was time to leave.

"I guess we better work on our twin telepathy, huh?" Will laughed. We were twins but you couldn't tell by looking at us. I was 5'11" with blonde hair and green eyes.

She looked at Chris and hugged him. He kissed her forehead. They got together two weeks ago, they both love each other. They loved each other before they even got together.

Chris is my best friend. He is 5'10 and has brown hair and green eyes. His hair was a little longer than mine. We didn't grease ours back like most people do around here.

Will hugged us one last time before we got on the bus. She started to cry. Her friend Soda stood by her and waved goodbye.

There was a guard with a shotgun sitting at the front of the bus. Poor guy, getting stuck with us. He let us sit across from each other. Bad move. We're two 16 year old boys, on a hot bus.

"Hey Forrest, were you actually going to kill that guy?" Chris asked.

"No, were you?"

"No, but he got what he deserved." A few minutes later, Chris asked in is girliest voice, "Hey guard do you know how long this ride is? Handcuffs don't match my shoes."

"A long time." The guard said.

"Yeah thanks, I couldn't have figured that one out." He whispered. After what was probably half the day, I rubbed dirt off the window and looked out. There were holes.

We stopped. The guard unlocked our handcuffs and he randomly poked me in the side with his gun.

He led us to a cabin where a big man was chewing sunflower seeds. He offered the us soda, when we accepted, the man laughed and handed one to the guard.

"My name is Mr. Sir, whenever you speak to me you must call me by my name, is that clear?" The man said. We bursted out laughing.

"Is there something funny?"

"No sir." I said.

"No, it's 'no Mr.Sir.' You can't forget the Mr. It makes a he difference." Chris got smacked for that.

"Follow me." The Sir said. We got up and followed like puppies.

"Good job Chris! Me and Mr. Sir were best friends!"

"Will changed us man." We both laughed. It was true.

We got clothes thrown at us when we were in another building. The Sir made us get changed in front of us and told us how after three days the clothes got washed, O.K., I've been through worse. We had to dig a hole 5'. Shovels were our measuring stick. Blah, blah blah.

A man with a sunburned nose walked in. He said his name was Pen-dance-key, well those are the words he said to pronounce his name. I wonder how long it took him to think that one up.

"Hey Mr.Pen, what was with Mr.Sir's sunflower seeds?" I asked.

"He quit smoking."

"Why would he want to give that up?" Chris asked.

Mr.Pen showed us around camp. "That's the mess hall. That's Rec room. That's the Warden's cabin over there. That's the number one rule at Camp Green Lake, do not upset the warden. You two are in D-tent. D stands for diligence." He showed us to a tent with a big 'D' on it. There were six boys on cots. They stopped talking when we walked in.

"Who's the fresh meat Mom?" A boy with thick, dirty glasses asked.

"This is Forrest and that's Chris. These boys are Rex, Jose, Ricky, Alan, Theodore and Zero."

"No Mom." Rex said "I'm X-Ray, that's Magnet, Zig-Zag, Squid, Armpit and Zero." Alright.

"Ricky be Forrest and Chris's mentor." Mr.Pen left.

"Chris you did it again." I said, with fake anger.

"What?" He asked.

"That's it! I've had it with you stupid greasers picking up our women!" I yelled. We just started laughing again. They stared at us.

We were definitely not in Tulsa anymore.