I'm revisiting my Holes story and rewriting it all.

And then I'm going to finish it when I finish one of my other chapter stories.

I'd like to think I'm an ordinary girl. I have a normal life; normal school, normal family, normal everything. Except for one thing...

I looked at the clock pleadingly, as I sat in the boss' room. It had been twenty minutes since I've been sitting in this room, and I really needed to get home.

Twenty minutes earlier, I was ready to go home, had my backpack slung over my shoulder from my trip her straight after school, until Mrs. Cranpery ran up to me.

"Kristina! Kristina!" she shouted, stopping in front of me.

"Sorry, Mrs. Cranpery, I'm going home now," I said, putting on my brown hat. I like to think of it as my lucky hat.

"But, Kristina, the boss wants to see you." I stopped in my tracks. That wasn't good. Last time that happened, I almost got fired from my boring job. Which, when I think about it, wouldn't be that bad.

"What for?" I asked, kind of nervously. Seeing the boss meant a new job. New jobs weren't good either. More boring paperwork.

"He said he has a new assignment for you." There. That had done it. New assignment. Two of the most dreaded words ever spoken in this building. I think I might go into a corner and die now.

So, here I am. Sitting in the boss' room, ready for my fate.

Suddenly, the door knob turned and I looked quickly to the door. In walked my boss, a tall man who always wears sunglasses, even when it's dark out.

"Agent 66," he said in a grim voice. Oh no, something bad was coming up.

"My name's Kristina, not Agent 66," I said. I'm not an agent, really, I'm not. Just because I work for the F.B.I., doesn't mean I'm an agent. All I do is help the agents, write boring paperwork, sit in a room with a computer all day. I'm not even close to being an agent.

"You are now."

"What?!" I shouted, eyes widened. No possible way. I couldn't be an agent for the F.B.I. That was crazy. I was just a simple student from a town that is virtually impossible to find on a map.

"As you know," my boss continued, unperturbed by my outburst. "There are no kids as agents. Not one under twenty years old. We are required to use one for this assignment."

"What assignment are you talking about?" I asked, as calmly as I could, although my voice was raised an octave. I couldn't help it. I was scared.

The boss gave me a folder. "Everything you need to know is in there. You will now be known as Agent 66. You must never give away your identity. Your name will still be Kristina Charon, because you are a new agent, but you must not tell anyone that you one."

I sighed, my hands nervously shaking. "Do I have to be an agent?" I asked. I didn't want to be one at all.

"Yes," he replied, unsmiling, "For this assignment. Then you can quit if you want to."

He began to explain all the details that I would need to know. Weird thing is, not once did he actually say what it was.

"This assignment is to find the illegal activities that are carried out there. You must find out while acting like a regular, normal person. That clear?"

"Yes," I answered shortly.

"Tomorrow morning, at six, you will be flying out, and then taking a bus. I suggest you pack. I'll meet you at the airport tomorrow morning. Good luck."

I watched as the boss left the room, and then looked at the folder in my hands. Not once did he say where I was actually going. I opened the folder, and read the only words on the first page.

Camp Green Lake.