So I know there are a lot of Fanfiction where a girl comes to Camp Green Lake and then becomes the girlfriend of one of the D Tent boys but this one is different and I hope you'll give it a chance. I have to warn you however it is a story that deals with the topic of self-harm and while I don't think that it will be triggering to anyone I don't know your triggers and you should use your best judgment. There isn't anything about self-harm in this chapter, well one brief hint at it, but there will be in other chapters. I will post a warning at the beginning of each chapter so that when reading this story you can make a decision that is right for you. I do want to say that while the character in this story is a self-harmer I do not in any way want to encourage self-harm. If you or someone you know has a problem with self-harm I encourage you to get help. If you are considering being to self-harm please, please, please, please, I'm begging you, don't start. There are many safer and healthier ways to cope with life and I promise you that any problems you have will be much easier to solve when you don't start hurting yourself. There are so many helpful resources on the Internet that you can use including Blah Therapy and Six Billion Secrets. Also I am here and please don't hesitate to send me a private message if you need to. Just to once again show that I am not trying to encourage self-harm I want to clarify my reasons for posting this story. I am writing this story and including the self-harm to cope with my own issues in a different and creative way and I am posting it here because I think that others might enjoy or relate to it. There is a fair bit of smoking in this story also. I am not encouraging tobacco use either.
I do not own Holes. I do not make money from this. I write for fun and to express myself.
My pick-up truck cut through the Texas desert and I thankfully realized that I had to be getting close. I had been driving for hours and I was starting to get tired of it. I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a carton of cigarettes and lighter. I know that smoking is a terrible habit but it's certainly not the worse one I have.
Finally I got to the camp. I parked next to the office and then went inside. A man was sitting at the desk eating sunflower seeds.
"Oh," he said, "I forgot, you must be the Pendanski kid."
"Yeah," I said with a laugh, "I guess that's me except my name is Faith Winston." He stared at me blankly, "My mom kept her maiden name," I explain.
"No offense," he said, "But I really don't care. Your dad's in D tent doing that therapy crap he likes so much. You can get a soda and then go join him."
"Thanks," I said, grabbing a diet coke and heading up.
When I step out of the heat hits me for the first time. It must be over a hundred degrees but I don't have time to think about that right now. After a quick stop at my trunk to get my purse I find D tent. I walk inside and realize that I have walked into a therapy session. The conversation seems to be wrapping up though so I interrupt to say hi to my dad.
"Oh hello Faith," he said smiling, "How are you? Boys this is my daughter she's going to stay at camp with us for a while."
"I'm fine," I say, all the boys turn around to look at me and they must like what they see.
I don't really see it but people tell me that I'm beautiful. I have long wavy light brown hair that goes down to the center of my back and blue-green eyes. At that moment I was wearing a tight white tank top and blue skinny jeans with cowboy boots. I know it was pretty hot outside and it was odd to be wearing jeans but I never wear anything else. If you ever saw me in shorts you would know why.
"Is it cool if I smoke in here?" I asked.
"I would rather you didn't," my dad says but he knows that I'm going to if I'm allowed or not.
"Well I would rather I did," I said and lit a cigarette.
One of the boys, a Hispanic kid, asks me for one.
"Sure," I said handed him the carton and lighter, "Pass it around."
Most of the boys take one except for one who looks like a kid and one who looks kind of nerdy.
"Dinner is in fifteen minutes," my dad reminds the group, "I'll see you then."
He leaves and suddenly I am left alone with seven teenage boys; most of whom, I am beginning to realize, haven't seen a girl in months.
"So," I said, "What's everyone's name and what are you in for?"
"I'm X-Ray," one guy said, "It was a misunderstanding."
"My name's Caveman and I stole a pair of sneakers," the nerdy kid says and I laugh.
"Me too," says the kid and he smiles at me, "I'm Zero."
"I'm Magnet," the guy who asks me for a cigarette says, "I stole a puppy."
"I'm Armpit," says one guy, "There was a bit of a fight."
"I'm Zigzag," says a tall guy with crazy hair, "There was a fire and they figured out who set it."
There is one more boy and I can't help but think that it's him I'm most interested in. He is good looking but there is something else to him. He has one of those faces that show that there is more to him than meets the eye.
"I'm Squid," he said, "I stole some stuff. Why are you here?"
"I want to be here," I said.
"You volunteered to go to a boy's juvenile correctional facility?" X-Ray asks.
"Yeah," I said, "Pretty much."
"Wow," he said, "What did your boyfriend think about that?"
I laugh, "I don't have one."
By now my cigarette is almost gone, the grey ash just started to get down to the filter. I drop it out of the tent and then step on it. I briefly debate about lighting another one but I am interrupted by the dinner bell.