Disclaimer: I do not own Holes or the characters.
If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs. The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies. Stanley was singing in his head on the bus. He had nothing better to do. Stanley was the only one occupying the bus, except for the driver and a guard sitting a few seats up, asleep.
Creak.
This definitely was an old bus. The yellow paint on the outside was chipping, there was hardened gum underneath the seats, and the windows creaked with every bump in the road. Stanley had been on this bus for 8 hours. He knew he wasn't even close to Camp Green Lake yet, for he could not see any lake out his window.
Camp Green Lake was a camp for bad boys. These boys, mostly teenagers, were sent here if they were convicted of a crime. The theory was, if a bad boy dug a hole every day, he would become a good boy. That is exactly what Camp Green Lake made you do.
The bus slowed down. Stanley looked out the window. Are we out of gas? He wondered.
"Stand," the guard ordered Stanley. Stanley obeyed.
"Welcome to Camp Green Lake, this will be your home for the next 18 months," he continued. Stanley looked out the streaky window again. He saw no green, and no lake. He looked back at the guard in bewilderment.
The guard noticed Stanley's face. "Not what you were expecting, huh?" he chuckled. Stanley shook his head, and then climbed off the bus. The bright sun hit his face right away. He squinted, and saw an outline of a man standing in front of him.
"I am Mr. Sir," the man spoke. Stanley blinked a few times and Mr. Sir came into focus. He was a tall, chubby man, in need of a shave. He spit once, and then continued speaking. "Follow me." Stanley did as he was told. He was lead to a small building.
"Aah…" Stanley happily sighed. The building was air conditioned. Mr. Sir began to explain the rules of Camp Green Lake.
"You will be given two sets of clothes, a cot, and a canteen. You will be assigned to one of six tents. Every morning, at 4:30, breakfast will be served, then you will have to dig one hole."
Stanley began to zone out as Mr. Sir kept talking. He looked around the room. He noticed a framed picture sitting on Mr. Sir's desk. He looked closer. There was a red headed woman sitting on a tall white horse. But, that's not what caught Stanley's attention. He paid more attention to the girl standing next to the horse. She also had red hair and appeared to be around Stanley's age.
"You understand?" Mr. Sir's voice snapped Stanley back to attention.
"Y-yes, Mr. Sir," he answered.
"Good," Mr. Sir spit again. "Now I'll lead you to your tent." Stanley followed behind Mr. Sir, clutching his new clothing and a dirty, empty canteen. He had just received a lot of information, but Stanley could only think of one thing. The young girl in the picture.
Sorry, this is a boring first chapter! It'll get better though, I promise. Please READ AND REVIEW!!