Yeah, that's right! A male OC for a Holes fanfic... Wow. I know some people are sick of so many chicks somehow getting sent to Camp Greenlake... This is before Barfbag has gone, and before Zero has even arrived. Tried to base this more off the book than the movie, so try to create your own images of the characters that aren't based off the movie's looks of them. I know most people write about D-Tent, but I know no one wants to read about a whole group of OCs. I'll try my best to get into everyone's character so it's even amongst the fandoms. X3

No slash! I will never write about slash, so don't worry. Only rated K+ for references to things the typical guy talks about, like his beautiful girlfriend, but nothing crude, I swear. Plus, this is before Mr. Sir tried to quit smoking, so there's that if it bothers ya'. Just a heads up.

I've only written two chapters. I dunno how many there will be in all. Bear with me.

Chapter 1

A yellow bus sped down a dirty Texas road with a dust cloud trailing behind. Brandon sat uncomfortably near the back of the vehicle. There was a guard at the front with a seat facing the boy. Brandon, the guard, and an elderly driver were the only ones onboard.

Brandon was about 16 years of age. He had short, dirty-blonde hair. He wore a white T-shirt with a shoe brand name on it, some ripped blue jeans, and a pair of dirty keds. Not that those clothes would serve him good for much longer.

He was going to camp, you see. A camp for bad boys. Camp Greenlake. It was either 18 months there or in prison. Brandon didn't know much about it, but he knew it wasn't much greater than jail. There was no lake, no cool air, and worst of all, he thought, no girls. There was no justice at all as far as he was concerned.

Brandon had with him only a brown, beat up messenger bag with toiletries, a pair of dirty socks, and a Batman comic that had been read at least 4 times during that one 3 hour trip. He was a runaway; and apart from that, he was a bad boy. He didn't think so, but why else would he be sent off to a camp to dig holes for 18 months?

That's what Camp Greenlake was all about. For the longest time, young men had been sent to the camp to dig holes. Once a day, each boy would dig one hole that was 5 feet by 5 feet. They say it's to build character.

Now Brandon was going because he had hurt a woman. He didn't mean to, he says, but he hurt her. It was while he was trying to steal her purse. He had also been charged with joyriding and other types of theft. He was lucky to be serving only 18 months.

It was very hot on the bus. After a long ride, Brandon was glad to step off. The driver stayed in his seat, but the guard, a heavy man in a brown uniform, led the boy into a dirty old log cabin. The earth cracked beneath their feet as they walked. They entered the cabin through an opened screen door.

"Got another one for you," the guard said to a man sitting at an old desk. This man was a bit heavy-set. He wore a white cowboy hat and a half-opened pin-stripped shirt. The man stood, removed a cigarette from a pack in his shirt pocket, lit it, and placed it in his mouth. It was obvious he was trying to intimidate Brandon

"Hello, boy," the man said in a deep voice with a southern drawl. "I," he breathed smoke out heavily, "am Mr. Sir."

The name didn't mean anything to Brandon. He had heard of stranger titles before. Brandon searched the man over with his brown eyes and said nothing. The guard gave him a shove on the back. "Go ahead, Brandon. Say hello."

Brandon looked away with an angry brow. "Hey."

Mr. Sir made an agitated face. "You will address me by Mr. Sir each time you speak to me."

Brandon simply replied, "Yes, Mr. Sir," not making eye contact.

Mr. Sir apologized to the guard as he tosses him two small chocolate milk cartons from a mini refrigerator. "We're out of coke."

The guard told him it was fine and he went back onboard the bus, handing one carton to the driver.