okay okay so i know theres a lot of these girls at CGL things, but please R&R anyway!

I DONT OWN HOLES (duh) or the dig it song or spongebob (sadly) and the only thing i own in this is Alex.

oh, and you'll notice that i added some similarities to Alex's thoughts and Stanley's thoughts. That was just for kicks.

enjoy!

I'd hoped for a feeling of triumph as I looked down at the motionless body before me. But all I got was fear. I'd never done something this bad to someone before. The fear was joined with anticipation for the sound of the blaring siren. It wasn't unusual. I'd heard it many times before in my life, and I'd learned how to deal.

But not today. Today I'd done something way worse than my past crimes. Secretly, I hoped he wasn't dead. I bit my lip and studied him hard.

Despite my cruel nature, I felt anguish at the thought of a person dying. "Are you okay?" I asked nervously. I really didn't want 'murder' on my criminal record, bad as my record was.

The guy, who was about thirty, strained his neck to look up at me. "Do I look okay?" he rasped.

"Not really. But what am I supposed to do when you try to report me to the police? Go quietly?" I hissed.

He sighed and lied his head back down on the sidewalk. I stood up, the feeling of triumph of my action started to overpower the fear, and I began running.

That was what my life was. Running. I'd been running from the cops ever since I was nine and ran away. I guess if I was a therapist, I would say my abusive behavior was because of her, and I should be sent to therapy to be helped instead of jail to be punished.

But I wasn't a therapist, and I was still running. I heard the familiar wail of a siren behind me, and I almost smiled. This was so familiar. It was almost comforting.

But the comfort vanished as a black and white car with a hated, colorful spinning light pulled up beside me. I growled and halted. I couldn't run anymore.

The police jumped out, and before I knew it, I was on the ground, questions being squeezed out of me like I was a fresh orange, full of sweet juice.

I was pushed into the back of the car and slammed into the seat. Then, the cops got in and we began driving.

"We've been trying to catch you, Alexis Barlow," said a female voice from somewhere up front, out of sight. She had a hint of smirk in her voice. I growled again, my pride more bruised than my body.

In the courtroom five days later, the judge looked at me with disgust. I had no one standing with me except the police man, who had a firm grip on my arm. They couldn't locate my mother, and my father told them to do what they wanted with me. He didn't care.

After a glance at my file, the judge didn't even bother to consider if I was innocent. He knew I was guilty on all I counts. So did i. I didn't bother to fight it. I pleased guilty, hanging my head in defeat.

He murmured something to the police man, and he looked at the judge with a socked expression. I thought I heard him whisper something about being all boys, but I wasn't sure. The judge said, a little more loudly so I could hear. "With this record, she deserves dealing with it." I had no clue what he was talking about.

And so the Judge said to me "You have a choice. Camp Green Lake or jail?"

Even at the promise of the mention of a camp, I wasn't stupid. I knew it wasn't like... some sort of Camp Fun and Games. It would probably be hard. Maybe even cruel. But anything was better than jail.

Oh how wrong I was. I had no idea of what I was getting into as I uttered those three words.

"Camp green lake"

The bus ride wasn't too bad. I'd been through worse. The guard kept looking at me with both shock and disgust, and I did the same to him. He held a rifle, but I wasn't scared. As long as I didn't try anything, I'd be safe. I hummed and tugged at the handcuffs that wrapped around my hands tightly for most of the long, boring bus ride. It felt I was sitting here forever. I could feel sweat forming where the hot metal was. I scratched at it several times before boldly asking the guard "When will we get there?"

Surprisingly, he answered without anger or any other signs of hostility or annoyance, as I would have expected. "We're almost there,"

"How long has it been?"

He glanced at his watch "nine hours,"

I widened my eyes and dropped the conversation. The ride seemed to pass a lot slower then time was going by. Probably because I was so unsure of what was going to happen to me.

I longed to reach into my bag and pull out my book and continue writing in it, but I couldn't reach. This was just as well, since, according to the guard, I was almost there.

And it was true. Only five minutes passed since my exchange with the guard and the buss stopped. I jerked forward in my seat at the sudden halt and looked out my window for the first time. I saw nothing, just dry dessert. And holes. Whoa, a lot of holes, as far as the eye can see. And not just small ones. Big ones, ones that looked like I could lie flat in them, and stand in them without my head poking up. So not like Austin. No more busy streets, no more sky scrapers or any other buildings. The huge contrast in scenery left me speechless.

"We're here," said the guard.

"No duh," I rolled my eyes as he unlocked my handcuffs and pushed me out the door. I scowled as trotted down the steps, and then gasped as I stepped out. The heat was unbearable. I almost chocked as my throat got inerasably dryer and coated in sandpaper. I thought inside the bus was bad.

"Hey baby!"

I was shocked at the voice. Was there really intelligent life here, in this remote wasteland? I turned around and saw three boys in hideous orange jumpsuits standing, each gripping a shovel and covered in red dirt. Okay, so maybe not intelligent.

I gave them the finger as the guard led me into an old, run down building where a middle aged man in a cowboy hat and sunglasses sat, chewing on something. I made a face as the guard plopped me down. The man looked up at me and chocked on whatever he was chewing. He hacked a couple of times before spitting it out.

"What? Haven't you seen a girl before? Or you that much of a despite, dateless bachelor?" I muttered as the man regained his posture. His lip twitched, and I noticed he had a thin moustache on it.

"Why are you here?" he picked up a paper and glanced at it. I saw his mouth drop open and he looked up at me. "You Alex Barlow?" he whispered my last name.

"Uh, yeah..." this guy seemed one donut short of a dozen.

"Humph," he muttered, spitting out his mouths contents on the floor. I saw it was a sunflower seed. "Well, it's strange you're here,"

"And why is that?" I mused.

"Because this is an all boy's detention camp,"

This time, it was my turn to choke. "What?!" I almost screamed as the guard leaned over as the cowboy man shoved some papers at him. He signed it then went back to being invisible while I hyperventilated. "Why? Why must it be all boys? Surely there are girls!"

"Girl," Said Cowboy man. "But let's get down to business. My name is Mr. Sir. When ever you speak to me, you will call me by my name, is that clear?"

I cocked an eyebrow, temporarily distracted. "Uh, sure Mr. Sir..." I said hesitantly. He laughed at my reaction, and not the friendly 'oh you get used to the differences here' laugh but the 'wow you're in for a nightmare and I enjoy every minute of it' kind of laugh. I shuddered.

"This isn't the Girl Scouts anymore," he laughed again.

He led me to a room filled with the same hideous jumpsuits that I saw before on the boys outside. I saw a large, ugly guy with long, jelled hair look up and licked his lips at my approach. He whistled and hooted until Mr. Sir threw a boot at him to shut him up, and then turned to me to explain camp rules.

Unfortunately, I had to wear a hideous orange jumpsuit also, which smelled repulsively like cheap soap. I cringed as I changed in a small white room and looked at myself in the dusty reflection of the mirror.

"You are to dig one hole each day, including Saturdays and Sundays," Mr. Sir explained as I stepped out of the room, "Each hole must be five feet deep and five feet across in every direction. Your shovel is your measuring stick," I noticed through out his little speech he kept looking at me in disbelief. I didn't blame him. I probably was the only female he'd seen since forever.

He handed me a plastic canteen and another set of clothes. I was sad when I realized the canteen was empty. "Breakfast is served at 4:30," he said. I also noticed everything he said seemed to be rehearsed, and he sounded like a worn out tape recorder, or perhaps a drive-through person at McDonald's, repeating the same crap day after day. He handed me a hat which matched with the jumpsuit. It had a dirt-stained cloth sewn to the back, I assumed to avoid sun burns.

I looked up at him. "AM or PM," I asked wearily.

He chuckled. "AM. We wake up that early to avoid the hottest part of the day," he explained. It made sense to me, but I wasn't looking forward to it.

"There's no guard towers here," Mr. Sir continued. "We don't need them. We have the only water for a hundred or so miles, and if you wanna run away, fine with me. You be dead before the sunsets on the end of the third day,"

He was trying to scare me. I could tell.

"Either you'll dry out in the sun, or you'll get bitten by a Yellow Spotted Lizard. Once one of them bites you, you die a slow and painful death," he sounded gravely at the end of his little fact.

Okay, that scared me a little.

I saw a man with a beard come running up to us, who was younger than Mr. Sir and had a rather animated smile on his face. I was glad to not be alone with Mr. Scary Lizard Man anymore. The new man looked down at me, and then gasped. He looked back up at Mr. Sir. "It's...a girl..." he said breathlessly.

"Gee, what tipped you off?" I rolled my eyes. The man looked down at me, straightened himself out, and held out a hand. "I'm Mr. Pendanski, and I just want to let you know...er..." he was thinking of my name.

"Alex," I informed him.

"Huh, always thought of that as a boy's name, but anyway, I'm just letting you know, Alex, that you may have done a bad thing but that doesn't make you a bad person," he tried to look sympathetic, but I could tell this was rehearsed, just like Mr. Sir's speech.

"Plural" I corrected him.

"What?" he asked.

"Bad things," I said, "Not thing. I have a record, you know," I smirked.

Mr. Pendanski looked shocked, and then stuttered along. "Er, let me take you to meet the boys... You be In D tent. D stands for diligence" He led me past some ratty old tents to one that read D in black paint.

Inside smelled like puke.

I looked at the stunned faces before me as Mr. Pendanski introduced me. "This is Ricky," he pointed to a tall, frizzy haired white boy that stared at me with unblinking, intimidating eyes. "Alan, Rex," he pointed to two boys playing some sort of dice game on a cot, one was white and had a tooth pick poking out between his gaping jaw and one was a skinny African-American and had thick rimmed glassed that were covered in red-brown dirt.. How can he see? I wondered a Mr. Pendanski continued. "Jose," he gestured toward a Hispanic boy sitting on another cot in the corner. "Stanley, Theodore and Zero," the last three were standing in the center of the room, one a dark haired white boy with a cap on his curly-haired head, one a burly African American with squinted eyes, his cap gripped tightly his hand. The last one, an African American boy, didn't look surprised at all, and was so small I wasn't sure if he was even my age. He seemed like he was ten rather than sixteen. Or maybe he was ten. I widened my eyes. What kind of messed up ten year old has a crime spree? Oh right. Me! "This is Alex," he gestured toward me.

The one called Rex was the first to recover his apparent shock. "Man, my names not Rex, Mom. It's X-Ray. Then he introduced the other boy's 'names'. Ricky was Zigzag, Alan was Squid, Jose was Magnet, Theodore was Armpit, Stanley was Caveman, and Zero was still Zero. I found that odd, but I didn't think much of it. Mr. Pendanski was Mom, for God knows what reasons.

Mr. Pendanski sighed. "They all have there little nick names, but I prefer to use names society will recognize them by. And don't go around..." he swallowed hard. "Messing with her..." he sounded embarrassed. He turned and left. "I expect you to treat her... right," he called over his shoulder.

Prude. I thought.

The boy called X-Ray rolled his eyes and smiled wryly at me. "Any why is a lady such as yourself hanging with us dawgs, Alex?" he said my name in a wannabe-seductive voice.

I looked at him angrily. "What's that supposed to mean?" I could take this punk, no sweat. Bring it on, chicken legs.

"It means this is a boy's camp," stepped in the one called Zigzag, glaring at me with a force I could barely stand. "And a girl shouldn't be where she's over her head,"

Infuriated, I leapt at him, but something held be back, I turned to se the one called Armpit holding the collar of my shirt, a pity look on his face.

"What? You think I can't take him?" I challenged.

He laughed grimly. "Probably not,"

I wasn't sure what to say. If only they knew...

"So... what are you in for, Alex?" the Hispanic called magnet asked.

I burst out laughing. The other boys looked at me, a little concerned, a little nervous. I didn't know how to reply, so I just said "What I got caught doing or what I did all together?"

I hoped that vague, dangerous remark would shut him up, but he continued, a look of anxiousness took over his features. "Er... what you got caught for,"

I chuckled darkly. "Assault," I said. "I beat a guy up for reporting theft to the cops,"

They looked at me, not sure whether to believe me or not. I smiled. "It's true."

The boy named Caveman spoke for the first time. "What else did you do?" he sounded worried.

"Er, not much, I mean... I've stolen a lot of things, and I'm mastered the art of black mailing." A couple boys laughed. "But I guess I'm not too dangerous." I shrugged as if shooting the breeze about my crime sprees to seven male juvenile delinquents was what I did everyday.

"Wait a second," I said, looking around. "I heard there was only supposed to be seven in a tent. Why am I the eighth?"

Squid gestured toward a cot, which I realized was smaller than all the others. "Er... Ziggy lost it for a second and ripped his cot, and we had to get him a new one. It was smaller, so I guess we had room for one more." I looked at him. I never realized how hot he was.

I saw Zigzag flinch out of the corner of my eye. I assumed he was the crazy one.

"So," The one named Armpit looked at Squid, continuing a conversation they must have been having before I got here. "You say she did what to you?"

I furrowed my brow. 'She'?

Squid looked disgusted. "The Queen Bee took my shower tokens because I was 'not treating her with respect'. It's so retarded how she has to own everything. Even shade..."

I wanted to ask, but I was to new to say anything.

"Which bed is mine?" I piped up when I saw the small talk was over.

X-Ray pointed to one in the corner, where Magnet was. "It gets pretty cold at night, so just holler of you need warmth" He winked.

This let to shouts and complaints, either about how he couldn't have me all to himself, or how they should treat me with respect. The respect ones came from mainly Squid and Caveman. I smiled sweetly at X-Ray, whose eyes lit up. I stepped over to him. The others boys gasped and I leaned in.

Then punched him right in the jaw.

The other guys stared in shock as he rubbed it with his hand. He looked up at me, and hip lips formed a smile.

"Welcome to Camp Green Lake, Alex," he grinned, and I could tell he was planning.

I groaned. He probably was still going to be a perverted freak, but I hoped my punch would keep him from going over the line. It worked on other boys before.

But these boys weren't like other boys. And that's what I feared the most.

Kay chapter two is coming right around the corner.

and i kno its going to be a love story, im just not sure who gets to be the lucky fella. Please tell me ur ideas!

And you'll notice later that she has a similar life style to Squid. I put that so they have something to talk about besides the weather. lol.