So this was me extremely bored and after reading a ton of Holes Fanfic. I couldn't get this idea out of my head. It kinda sux and you could think of her as MarySue. If you don't like it I'm sorry but honestly, I had to get it out of my system, so that's why I wrote it, even tho I do hope you like it :-D I understand if you don't.

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CHAPTER ONE

D-Tent and The Shorts

Bus drives are long. How do people keep sane after one, that's what I would like to know? I barely survived, but as I was about to die of heat and boredom, the bus stopped. I stepped down the steps and a man with a moustache greeted me. He smirked, looking me over and I shuffled back, my usual demeanor taking over.

I really wasn't that outgoing I guess. I liked being quiet and keeping thoughts to myself, but I guess it really started, or was forced, when I was in kindergarten when the kids found out I was an orphan and, well, let's just say, teasing is a nicer word to use than what they did to me. I lived with my foster mother, Minnie; she was really nice. I loved her and she me. Nothing was wrong with my life.

That is, until Cameron Williams pushed things a little too far. He's practically the only time I've done anything so bold. That's how I ended up here. Apparently, I 'attempted murder', as the judge put it but I knew she didn't see it like that. 'How could such a small, quiet girl possibly attempt murder,' was going through her mind. I knew it but the problem is, it didn't matter.

"Girl!" a voice snapped me out of the thoughts and I looked back up at the moustache man, "Forget it, you want to runaway. Be my guest." I tilted my head, questioningly, but he had turned away and I knew I was expected to follow. "Here." I stared down at the orange heap he had handed me and realized I was supposed to wear it. Looking back up at him, I waited until he turned before I quickly pulled on the jumpsuit. Unfortunately, they hadn't given me a shirt to wear underneath, so I had to keep my black tank top on. It was my favourite tank top actually. It had really pretty lace on the top.

"Sir?" I questioned and he turned back to face me. He smirked; leading me out of the tent and leading me to another that had 'D-Tent' clearly, well, almost clearly, printed on it.

"This is your new home, Ms.," he looked at a piece of paper from his pocket, "James." Then he left. Looking around at my 'home', I thought of Minnie and how she told me that this wasn't my fault. Both of us knew the truth, my actions were based on self-defense. Williams had taunted me, come after me, tried to strike me, and I stopped him before me hurt me. What else was I supposed to do? He was drunk but of course, no one had told the judge this. His family was extremely wealthy, so the most he'd get off with was a slap on the wrists. I don't even know how they got murder from it.

"Whoa," I heard from behind me, making me jump before I turned to see a group of about eight standing there. The one in the front had the top of his jumpsuit tied around his waist and his white was stained. Maybe it was due to the sand.

"Ah boys," a sun-shiny voice pushed through the crowd, revealing a man, with a white patch of sunscreen on his nose, "I see you've met Charlotte. Hello Charlotte, I'm Mr. Pendanski. Nice to meet you." I nodded at him but my eyes landed on the boy again. His glasses seemed a little extreme. Like the professor from Harry Potter, Professor Trawley I think. Did he actually need them? "Charlotte?"

"Lottie," I finally corrected in a small voice, pulling my eyes back to him, "My name's Lottie."

"Oh I see," the man smiled. He seemed nice. Well as nice as a man did at a camp like this. Did I mention that this replaced jail? Yeah well it did. The judge didn't think I'd last two seconds in jail, which I probably wouldn't, so she sent me here out of the kindness of her heart. No not really. "Welcome to Camp Green Lake, Lottie." I smiled in response and he smiled back. Maybe this place wouldn't be too bad. "Well, I'll leave you to meet your tent-mates but we'll see each other after dinner for group sessions." Therapy, go figure. He left and I moved to the side to let the boys in. After a couple seconds they all entered.

"Your bed's over there," one finally told me and I looked to see he was a smaller boy. He had kind of big hair but he was still about a head smaller than me, without the hair I mean.

"Thanks," I mumbled, sitting on the edge.

"You know, the kid who had the bed before was taken away," another told me, a creepy grin painted his features, "He was bitten by a-."

"Come off it, Zigzag," another said sharply, "They tell that to everyone who's new."

"Oh," was all that I could surmise. It just made me realized that there were snakes here. It was the desert after all.

"Don't worry about it," he assured me and I tilted my head, in confusion, "Your hands." I looked down and realized they were gripping the sheets, so I let go, swinging my legs onto the bed as I sat Indian style. "I'm Stanley Yelnats."

"Hi," I smiled a little before watching the room around me. Across me, was the boy with the glasses and lay on his back, eyes closed. Well they looked like they were. My eyes shifted to the boy who Stanley had called Zigzag, who was laughing with a boy who was going off in Spanish. He looked like he'd just hurt his foot. I looked back over to Stanley and he was sitting on either his bed or the kid he was talking to's bed, the short kid. Sighing, I lay on my side, in Stanley's direction and closed my eyes.

"Hey Lottie," someone yelled, poking my side making me fall off the bed from surprise. Laughter sounded behind me and I sighed, getting up, turning to face them expectantly. They looked a little thrown off at my non-reaction. "Dinner bell went off."

"Where's dinner," I asked in a quiet voice.

"C'mon, I'll show you," I heard Stanley chuckled from behind the group. I maneuvered through the boys, over to Stanley and his friends, wondering what his name was. "This is Hector Zeroni."

"Hey Zero, I saw your mom last night man," someone started but Hector jumped at them. This kid had a lot of anger, I thought as Stanley pulled him off.

"Zero?" I repeated but Stanley shook his head, pulling Hector along with him as he led me to the 'Rec Hall'. A familiar song was playing in the background and I couldn't help but start to tap the beat a little on my leg as I sat down, the movement switching to my leg. I felt someone sit next to me and I jumped slightly.

"Relax," the boy laughed slightly, nodding to Zigzag and the Spanish boy. I assumed that they were gonna sit next to me and gave him a small smile of thanks. "I'm X-Ray."

"Nice to meet you."

"Oo, looks like Caveman's got himself a girl," someone teased and I looked to my side to see that Stanley was glaring at Zigzag but the monstrosity in front of me caught my eyes. I think it was supposed to be food.

"What is that?" I let slip, poking it with my fork, gaining laughter. Looking around, a confused look on my face, Stanley told me that it was edible and better than it looked. "It just moved."

"What?" Zigzag's laughter started up again. I smiled slightly but poked the 'food' again.

"Close your eyes." I looked at X-Ray with a 'yeah right' look but he shook his head. "Just close them." After some thought, I did so and he placed the fork in my hand, guiding it up to my mouth. Well this was interesting. When it got to my mouth, he let go and I opened my mouth, letting the substance in. As I opened my eyes again, I saw many different looks, half of them I couldn't even decipher.

"S'alright," I muttered, taking another forkful. Stanley laughed and I smiled slightly. After dinner, we all went back to the tent, where Mr. Pendanski was waiting.

"Hello boys," he was practically bouncing, "and Charlotte." Grumbled responses were mixed with other phrases but I was tired. "So, who's gonna start?" No one said anything and I looked around, sleepily. "Charlotte, why don't you? You're new."

"What exactly is this?" I asked, pulling my legs onto the chair as I wrapped my arms around them.

"Just talking amongst young, people," I could tell he was going to say boys and resisted rolling my eyes.

"I don't have anything to talk about," I stated.

"How about why-?"

"Is that really any of your business," I asked, tilting my head and the silence in the room grew into tension.

"Actually, it is. We're here to correct your lives. You're lucky. You wouldn't-."

"Yes, I know," I informed him, bored. Getting up, I turned from the group.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Sleep." I could hear a couple snickers but right now I didn't care. I picked up the sleeping jumpsuit and raised an eyebrow. Were they serious? Shaking my head, I put it down, making my way to the opening of the tent.

"Young lady!" I heard him yell after me but I kept walking, looking around to see a nicer building. Actually, it looked like a house; so I made my way up the front steps and knocked on the door. As I waited, I saw some boys of the camp, staring at me as the door opened.

"Excuse me," I started, realizing the door was open and turned to be met with a woman.

"How can I help you Charlotte," she asked in a tone that made me step back. It was coated with fake amiability.

"I was wondering if you had any worn or old orange suits."

"We do."

"May I possibly have one?" I asked and she sighed, disappearing but back moments later with a faded suit.

"What do you plan on doing with this?" she inquired.

"Just something to keep me busy. Do you have scissors and rope as well?"

"Why are you bothering the Warden," a voice shouted and I turned to see the moustache man from before along with an annoyed Mr. Pendanski.

"It's fine, Mr. Sir. She's not bothering me. Just looking for supplies."

"Supplies," the men repeated and the Warden nodded, handing me the rope and scissors.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Pendanski piped up when I turned to leave.

"I know why she's here, Doctor," the woman snapped, grabbing me by the wrist so I couldn't leave and I looked down at her hand, "If you need anything else, Ms. James, I'm sure Mr. Sir would be more than happy to help you. In the future, do not disturb me with your petty needs." With that, she let and slammed the door. I turned to the men and stifled a laugh at their bafflement but as I walked past them, Mr. Sir grabbed my arm. I grabbed his, pushed his shoulder into the nearby wall, kneeing him in the back, and dragged my foot between his thigh and calf, making him kneel on the ground.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his face squished against the wall.

"You'd better let go," Pendanski threw out.

"I don't like being manhandle," I informed Mr. Sir, kneeing him in the back again before I walked back to D-Tent, past some shocked tent mates mind you. What? Don't give me that look. I don't like being touched like that! Sitting on the bed, I took out the scissors, cut the thread that held the top and bottom of the suit together. I had the cloth very close to my face, so I couldn't really see what was going on around me.

"Ms. James," I heard someone say stiffly, "Get back with the group." Okay, this guy was starting to bug me now. Whoa, he was starting to bug me? This camp is effecting me in more ways than one. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to be the same when it was over but, as I walked over to the circle again, I decided to just let life take it's course. If I changed, then I was supposed to. "Why did you try to kill that young man?"

"I didn't," I responded, raising an eyebrow before looking back at the fabric, to cut some more of the thread. I ignored the rest of the 'meeting' and finally got the top of the suit off. Deciding it was safe, I looked up to see that the circle was gone and the boys were scattered around the room but I was too tired, as well as lazy, to get up, so I held up the now orange pants. How was I going to do this?

"What're you doing?" I heard a voice ask and I looked to see Hector staring at me curiously.

"Trying to make shorts," I muttered, going against my lazy body and standing. I lay the pants out on the chair and tried my best to cut a straight line. They were as straight as I could make them and I yawned, lacing the rope through the belt loops as I looked around to see where I could put them on. Sighing, I realized there was no place, so I crawled into bed and put them under the covers. "Night Hector."

"You can call me Zero if you want," he told me but I shrugged.

"Hector's you're name," was the last thing I remember saying before falling asleep. This was going to be interesting.