Author's Note: This is my first story on Fanfiction. I apologize if it doesn't flow too well. It is based on Holes, and my Main Character, Kendall, will have Squid as a love interest (there will still be some OCxOC). Anyway, I don't own any of the characters you see in the books, but I do own the ones I made up, obviously. Anyway, here it goes!

Kendall

Her emerald green eyes flew open once again as the bus hit a bump in the cracked Earth that was shown outside the window. She hissed under her breath a little, biting her lip to silence it as the man sitting beside her turned to watch her with a somewhat cautious expression. She rolled her eyes at him, her reflection showing up in the lenses of his dark sunglasses.

The man had one hand casually placed upon the gun holster slung across his waist. As if, the green eyed girl scoffed, he'll need to shoot me. Though then again, why was she on a bus on her way to a camp for juvenile delinquents? Camp Green Lake, it was called- but apparently they weren't near it, because Kendall Beaumont couldn't see water in sight. All that she saw from the windows were acres of cracked and parched land stretching up to the base of rocky mountains.

"Hey," she said to the guard beside her after the landscape began to bore her. "What's up?"

As expected, he ignored her. She snorted, lacing her hands behind her head and smirking slightly. "Fine. Whatever. Do ya at least happen to know when we'll get there?"

"Actually, we'll be there in another two minutes." The green eyed girl spun, peering down the aisle to see where the voice had come from. A short, pretty girl was lounging across her seat, looking up at the dusty top of the bus. The girl had dark skin the color of coffee beans, and her hair was short and fanned out like a halo around her head because of the way she lay. She was two seats back and across the aisle from Kendall. "I've been here before, I know how long the trip is. What did you get in for?"

Kendall frowned, her dimpled smile fading as she brushed strand of her own dark brown waves out of her face. Who the hell is she? "I'd rather not talk about it as of now-"

"Oh, you're one of those mysterious ones, huh?" The girl said, sitting up and winking. "Whatever. I'm back for a year this time, last time I got here it was only a short visit of six moths. You're wondering why I'm here, huh? Yes, you are! Well, I work for the Warden. I'm an assistant there and I'm helping out with the new Girl's Reformation part of the program. Camp Green No-Lake is new to taking girls in."

"For someone who likes talking," Kendall said with a slight chuckle. "You don't let anyone else open their mouth."

"And you don't, for someone who likes to cause trouble. I'm Quin... but camp they call me Rapunzel. You wouldn't get it unless you were there when I cut off seven inches of my hair on a dare." She chirped. "You'll get a nickname soon enough anyway... awesome, a minute left until we get there."

"As for why I got here... I just stole something." Kendall shrugged. "So, Quin-"

"Rapunzel." She corrected, and it took all of Kendall's ability not to laugh as she continued.

"Whatever, Rapunzel- what's it like at camp?" Just as the words left her mouth, the bus slowed to a stop and lurched forward, Kendall was almost thrown into the aisle while the guard and Quin Rapunzel were completely fine.

"I wouldn't know." The dark skinned girl smirked, standing and grabbing her stuff. "I've never had to go here because of crimes or whatnot. I just work here. Have fun, darlin'." And with that, she hopped down the steps and skipped away.

As Kendall tried to get to her own feet after the sudden stop, shouts and yells could be heard from outside. Confused, she lifted her bag under the watchful gaze of the guard, and glanced at the bus driver. The bus driver, in turn, offered no advice- nor did he offer any words for that matter. She sneered slightly but continued down the steps of the bus, where the cries became clearer.

All around her, she saw figures running and kicking up dust, jumping to see who the new arrival was. Kendall's green eyes widened slightly as she realized most of the people around her were male. They seemed a bit surprised to see a girl too.

"Hey, it's another one!" One of the boys observed. "Third girl here this week!" The calls started up again, this time accompanied with whistles and jeers that made her lip curl with distaste.

Thanks for leaving me to fend for myself, Quin. So glad to have met you. Kendall just rolled her eyes as the guard behind her followed and led her to a small... establishment towards the side of camp. He waited outside and just nodded for her to go inside, and she did so.

Inside, a rather rotund man sat at a desk. His face was red and flushed, and upon it was a frown that was most likely perpetual. Kendall found it hard not to laugh at the way he acted- extremely serious, even if he didn't need to be. The man glanced up at her and nodded to her, then the seat at his desk.

"Sit down."

She did.

"Kendall Beaumont?"

"That's me." She said, trying to keep a neutral expression on her face.

"My name is Mr. Sir-" What the actual ****? "Whenever you speak to me, you will call me by my name. Is that clear, Beaumont?"

"Yes. I mean, yes Mr. Sir." This time, a smile flickered across her face.

He seemed to notice, his nostrils flared slightly and he frowned. His face seemed to redden even more, if possible. "Is that funny to you?"

"No, Mr. Sir." She shook her head, a bit too quickly.

"This isn't girl scout camp," he continued. "Understand?"

"Yeah. Mr. sir, I understand."

"You'll be thirsty, Beaumont. Get used to it, you'll be thirsty for the next year of your miserable life. Now, why dontcha take a look around you when we go outside- did you see any guard towers? An electric fence? Anything, Kendall? Hmmm?"

"No, Mr. Sir." She quirked an eyebrow. "I did not."

"You think about running, go ahead then. I won't stop you. No one will. I'm warnin' you." He patted the gun at his side. "You may be curious about this." In truth, she actually kind of was. "Well, I won't use it on you, this is for them yellow spotted lizards. And even if you aren't thinking about running, nobody else does either. You know why? Because we have the only water for 100 miles."

Just then, the door opened again, and a boy walked in, carrying two lumps of orange cloth that she recognized as being the same color as the outfits the other campers had been wearing. She wrinkled her nose in distaste as they were dumped next to her feet.

"You get two sets of clothes... one for work, one for relaxation. After three days, your work clothes will be washed, your second set becomes your work clothes. I sthat clear?"

"Crystal, Mr. Sir."

"You are to dig one hole each day... Your shovel is your measuring stick. The longer it takes you to dig, the longer you'll be out in the hot sun. You need to keep alert for lizards and rattlesnakes. You don't bother them, they won't bother you... usually. Being bit by a rattler ain't the worst thing that can happen to you. You won't die, usually. But you don't want to get bit by a yellow-spotted lizard. That is the worst thing that can happen to you. You will die a slow and painful death... ...always. "