Hey to the Holes fansite! This is my first Holes fic and I hope you like it. Like in the summary this is a Squid focused one because I'm in love with that character :D

I have a lot of ideas for this fic that haven't been used on the site and I hope you like them and don't feel they're to out there...anyway...

Enjoy!

Belladonna's POV

The bus ride was long, me rattling in my seat as we drove over the bumps. I didn't know why it was taking so long, this place was in Austin, Texas and I live in Austin. I didn't care though, it's not like this place would be any different then home.

My name's Belladonna Jones by the way. You can call me Bell or Bella but call me Donna and I'll break your nose. I just don't like the name. do you wanna know my story, why I'm being sent to a correction site called Camp Green Lake? I guess it couldn't hurt.

I'm goanna start by saying I haven't had a great life. No I'm not one of those people who's parents drink themselves stupid, or get beaten or abused sexually. No, cause I don't have parents…well real parents anyway.

Let me explain.

When I was ten I lived in a small neighbourhood in Brooklyn. I also watched my real parents get killed when a guy tried to rob a liquor store. My dad tried to stop him and ended up getting shot while my mom was shot when I tried to run at the man shooting my father and she took the bullet that was meant for me.

It didn't really get better from there.

After all the paper work was done I was sent to live with a foster family in Austin Texas. I wouldn't talk to anyone; my foster parents (the Rickets), any of the kids at school or anybody in the neighbourhood.

I guess you could call me anti-social, everybody else did. I called it not needing any family or friends. I didn't want them anyway. I've been taking care of myself for seven years.

It was only when I watched some delinquent kids trying to steal from an old man did I decide to try and help someone other then myself. Well this ended up getting me a black eye, a small scar arching over my right eye and a charge against me for man slaughter since the geezer had a heart attack while I was pulling the kids off of him so there was no witness's to prove my innocence when the kids then sued me for public assault.

From there it was only a matter of court cases and the option of either juvy or this camp before I'm slapped on this bus headed for Camp Green Lake.

I was the only one on the bus, apart from the driver and a guy holding a rifle sitting a couple seats away from me. Not being one to normally start a conversation, I thought it couldn't hurt.

"You all right?" I asked him, the Texan accent I had adopted over the years showing slightly. The guard sneered at me before looking back out the window. "Not a talker huh? Alright then. I'm guessing you're a classic boring guard who won't talk to a wrongly convicted kid because he believes I'm scum even though I'm innocent. Am I correct?" I asked. He sneered at me again.

"You got a mouth on you," he mumbled.

"I bet your pay sucks," I grumbled back and he glared at me, cocking his gun. "Is that supposed to scare me?" I asked, leaning back in my seat and crossing my legs. He grumbled something under his breath as he lowered the gun. "That's what I thought."

Finally, after driving through what looked like a field with black chicken pox, we arrived at a sorry excuse for a camp. This place looked like it was fresh out of a western movie minus any signs of life besides the campers.

"Fresh meat!" I heard a guy yell. Looking out the window I could see lots of guys walking around in orange jumpsuits, some carrying shovels, some beating up other guys and some just lazing around.

But something stuck with me.

"Where are all the other girls?" I asked the guard. He smirked at me and I really didn't like it.

"There ain't no girls here. Just you," he said.

"What? You can't be serious! What if I get molested or raped or worse?" I shrieked.

"That's your problem," he said. I huffed as I sat back down, glaring out the window. Like every other person in the world, every boy here is now my enemy.

We passed a group of boys as they headed to a long line of tents, all of them joking and laughing apart from the small kid on the end. He just walked along at the back with a sullen expression on his face. As I watched them walk, one of them looked up and our eyes locked. His dark browns to my glowing ambers.

The first thing I noticed; he was covered in dirt. Second; a hat covered his head but I could see dark brown hair just showing under the rim of the cap. His orange jumpsuit was unzipped, the arms tied around his waist. Underneath he was wearing a white t-shirt, also stained with mud.

In those few seconds that our eyes were locked I could see how, even in such a dry, dreary, desolate place, life could still spark from somewhere.

He stared back at me and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Our eyes stayed locked until the bus rounded around the side of a cabin, our gazes being broken by the wall of the building. The guard stood up, walking over to me.

"Everybody off!" he yelled.

"It's just me genius," I grumbled, shouldering my bag, picking up the case under my seat and walking off the bus. The first thing that hit me was the heat, feeling like a warm towel had just smacked me in the face.

I could feel a lot of eyes on me and turned to see nearly every boy in sight staring at me. I rolled my eyes as the guard led me towards the building, nudging me with the but of his gun.

If I had known this was a boys only correction camp then I wouldn't be wearing jean shorts and a black tank top. However…this was probably going to be the only time I would be considered the hottest girl in the area so I think I'm goanna take advantage of this.

"It's a girl?" I got many of these as I walked inside, accompanied by cat calls and wolf whistles.

"Got a new edition for ya," the guard said, taking the chair by the door. I looked around. The room was horribly bland, the only think sticking out being the man sitting at the desk wearing a cowboy hat and sunglasses while he chewed on sunflower seeds. "What's with the sunflower seeds?" the guard asked.

"I quit smoking," the man grumbled.

"Doesn't smell like it," I mumbled to myself as I sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

"What was that?" the man snapped.

"I said it doesn't smell like you quit smoking because it stinks in here," I said slowly. The man glared at me, his eyes holding a mixture of anger, surprise and something that I really didn't like the look of. "Didn't expect that did ya?" I said smugly, resulting in a lot more anger flooding his features. He picked up a clipboard and attempted to read off it.

"Bel-Bella-Belladoona-"

"Belladonna Jones," I read for him, seeing as he was having a lot of trouble pronouncing my name. "But since you're having a lot of trouble you can either call me Bell or Bella to save yourself the embarrassment," I said. His face was almost livid now.

"Miss Jones my-" I cut him off by chuckling. "Do you find something funny?" he asked in a steely voice.

"Well I just graciously offered you to call me something that would be easier for you, not even adding my usual threat, and you take it one step further by making it even more stupidly formal," I said, laughing again at the end of my sentence.

Bang!

My laughing was cut short by the sound of the mans fist hitting the table. He stood up, walking around his desk so he could stand right next to me.

"You've got a mouth on you huh?" he said, leaning down so he was right next to my ear.

"Well being quiet never got my opinion across now did it? When something needs to be said but other people are too afraid or stupid to say it, that's where I come in. Otherwise I'll be quiet," I said back, choosing not to mention his rank breath.

"My name is Mr. Sir," he said, leaning back up. I could see his eyes on my legs and I glared at him, snorting at his name. "You think that's funny?"

"Obviously," I said. This time he chose to ignore me and carried on speaking.

"Sorry to disappoint you miss Jones, but this ain't no girl scout camp."

"Good. I don't wanna be surrounded by a group of bubbly teenagers anyway," I said.

"You interrupt me one more time and I'm goanna make your life here even more hell then the rest of them out there," he said.

"Oh yeah? How?" I challenged, leaning forward in my chair. He smirked, his hands on his desk so that he was in my face.

"By making your shower time coincide with the more…aggressive boys." I gulped, leaning backwards in my chair in defeat. No matter how tough I am, I know when to back down "Now," Mr. Sir said, leaning back with a triumphant look on his face. "You come with me."

I did as I was told, following him with my bags in hand as he walked out of the cabin. He walked us down the middle of the camp.

"Do you see any guard towers?" he asked me.

"No," I answered.

"That's because there ain't none," he finished.

"Well that seems like a stupid thing to be missing in a camp full of criminals." Mr. Sir gave me glare. "Sorry, 'troubled youths'," I corrected, putting air quotes around the words troubled youths.

"There ain't no guard towers because there's nowhere to go Miss Jones," Mr. Sir explained. "We have the only water and food supply for miles. You wanna run away? Be my guest," he said and I had a feeling he wasn't kidding.

"Well what about that then?" I asked, pointing to the gun at his side. He looked down at it.

"This? Oh well this is for yellow spotted lizards and snakes. I…probably wouldn't waste a bullet on you," he said, smirking.

"Hopefully," I mumbled. Thankfully he didn't hear me this time, or he just chose to ignore me. "I'm not goanna run away," I said and he smirked.

"Good. Now hurry up and get your jumpsuit," he said, pushing me towards another cabin. Just as I was walking inside, someone was walking out and walked right into me, knocking me onto my butt.

"Ow! Damn it watch where you're going jackass!" I snapped, looking up at my attacker. My eyes widened as they landed on the boy who's eyes I had caught while on the bus, only this time his cap was off. Again our eyes locked, only this time he looked a little more surprised.

"What're you looking at boy?" Mr. Sir snapped and the boy started.

"I was just asking if I could get another suit since one of mines got a big hole in the knee," he said, his deep voice having the same Texan twang mine did.

"Everybody only get's one extra suit," Mr. Sir said, his hand on his hip. I raised an eyebrow while the boy backed up, looking almost afraid.

"Sorry Mr. Sir," he said before running away.

"Nice to see these boys have a back bone," I said. Mr. Sir snickered.

"We make sure to work that out of them when they get here," he said before chucking a hideous orange jumpsuit at me. "You get two pairs: one is your work clothes and the other is your relaxation clothes. Every three days your work clothes will be washed and your relaxation clothes will become your work clothes," he said while throwing another jumpsuit and a pair of boots at me. "Get changed," he ordered.

I raised an eyebrow as he continued to stare at me, the boy helping him work the shed also leering at my legs.

"You've got to be kidding?" I said and he smirked.

"Nope. Get changed," he ordered again. The look I had seen in his eyes earlier was back, making me want to throw-up at how gross his thoughts were.

"Turn around," I ordered. He sneered, staying where he was. "Seriously dude, turn around before I tear out your eyes." he looked almost shocked as he turned around. I raised my eyebrows at the boy who was taking care of the cabin. "You to Lurch!" I snapped. He glared as he turned around.

Quickly I slipped off my shorts and pulled on the jumpsuit, zipping it up halfway then tying the arms around my waist.

"I'm done you perverted douche bags," I said in a bored voice. They turned around, both looking a little pissed. Suddenly footsteps from behind me made me turn around.

"Belladonna Jones? You may have done some bad things but that does not make you a bad person," a man said, wearing shorts, pulled up socks, a button up shirt and a stupid looking hat. "I respect you Belladonna," he said with a creepy smile.

"Well I'd say I respect you to but that's hard considering you're a grown man wearing shorts and pulled up socks. The kids in the orange jumpsuits have more style than you," I said with a smirk. His expression went from happy to hurt.

"It's hot out here Miss Jones, what am I supposed to wear?" he asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know but at least something with a little more fashion sense," I answered. He still looked a little hurt.

"You've got a mean streak in you missy," he said as he started walking away.

"Ok fine, I'll just let you look stupid from now on," I said. He glared at me.

"Follow me and I'll show you to your tent," he grumbled. I followed, feeling pleased with myself.

So what do you think of Belladonna's character? Is she grouchy? Misunderstood? Or is she just a giant bitch?

Review or PM your opinions!