All right, this is my first fic for quite a while, so bear with me. It's more serious than my last ones, but it's different from other Holes fics because the OC isn't a girl, and doesn't fall in love with one of the people. Um… R&R please, I need feedback. I haven't written for long time. Also, tell me how you like the character Ashley. I generally don't write a lot of male characters. This is rated cuz of swearing, but if you're under 10 and feel tempted to read it, just miss out any bad words.

I O I O I O I O I

"You've gotta be shittin' me!" X-Ray sighed, glaring at Dr Pendanski across the circle of boys, "Why's someone else coming here? Nobody's left! There's no vacancies! And the tent's tiny enough as it is! You're trying to shove another cot in? What's the idea? Do you get paid for this?"

"Well… yes," Dr Pendanski muttered, "But, Rex, this will be good for you all. You can learn to socialise with larger groups of people."

"Fuck off," were X-Ray's last words before he slumped in his seat in a sulk. Caveman sighed. These counselling sessions would be the death of him yet. Between Dr Pendanski's patronising everyone, X-Ray's strops and Zero's impossible silences, Caveman would rather be back in his tent or, preferably, at home. He'd almost rather be digging. Almost.

"What's this guy's name anyway? Zigzag piped up. Dr Pendanski checked a sheet of paper, blinked and looked surprised, then checked again.

"Ashley Warren," he said. The entire room let out a collective groan, even Zero.

"We're letting girls in now?" Armpit practically yelled, "This is a boys' camp, man! That's not right! She'll probably faint with the sun, and whine about blisters and being homesick and cry all the time! And where's she going to sleep?"

"I'm sure the Warden will think of all that," Pendanski reassured him. He took another look at the paper he was holding. "Ashley Warren…" he muttered to himself, deep in thought.

"Over my dead body!" X-Ray snapped.

Caveman rolled his eyes.

I O I O I O I O I

Ashley Warren drummed his fingers on the back of the seat in front of him and watched the desert go by. He was the only person on the bus apart from the driver and the guard, who glared at him as if he was a criminal. Which he was.

"Problem?" he snarled at the guard. The guard replied with a snort. He had all the grace and manners of a warthog. Ashley rolled his eyes and looked out the window. There was no scenery to look at, but he didn't care. He didn't like looking at scenery much anyway. However, he couldn't help noticing that the entire landscape was covered with holes, all about five feet in diameter. It looked like the desert had been attacked with a giant hole punch or a machine gun or something.

"What's with the holes?" he asked the guard. The guard still said nothing, but glared at him in a very intimidating way. To prove he wasn't scared, Ashley leaned towards the guard and grinned.

"Parlez-vous l'Anglais?" he asked. He may be a thug, but he was educated. You could intimidate and bully more people that way. The guard sneered at him.

"Je n'aime pas vous," Ashley snidely informed the guard, before sitting back in the chair and resting his feet on the seat in front.

"Take your feet off the seat!" the guard snapped. Ashley grinned.

"So you do speak English!" he said. The guard just growled and looked away. Just then, the bus ground to a halt and Ashley was sent flying, the only thing preventing him from going through the windscreen the handcuffs holding him to his chair. It was the guards turn to grin.

"Get up!" he snapped, after a good two minutes of laughing. Ashley rolled his eyes and indicated the handcuffs.

"It would help if you unlocked me," he said. The guard pulled the key from his pocked and dangled it in front of the boy's face.

"I could unlock you," he said teasingly, "But it would be fun to leave you here all night. Teach you to respect your elders."

As a reply, Ashley kicked out at him, catching the guard between the legs. The man doubled over in pain, clutching his bollocks for dear life.

"You gonna unlock me, fuckhead?" Ashley snarled. The guard stumbled to wards him and unlocked him. He grabbed a handful of Ashley's shaggy black hair and dragged him from the bus.

"Let go of me you dick!" Ashley yelled. The guard ignored him and continued to drag him across the camp roughly. Ashley let loose a stream of expletives at the top of his lungs. Orange-suited boys came wandering from the tents to watch the show.

As Ashley screamed and kicked at the guard, the boys all began to whisper and laugh. Then a shot broke through the air. All the boys hurried back to their tents quickly as a red-faced, cowboy hat-wearing man strode out of one of the cabins and glared at Ashley.

"Ashley Warren?" he asked dangerously.

"I'd nod, but this prick's grabbing onto my hair," Ashley said. The cowboy-hatted guy sighed and gestured towards the cabin.

"Bring him in," he sighed.

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Ashley was subjected to half an hour of interrogating about his past, before who looked like one of the geeks Ashley had spent so many years torturing at school. The geek introduced himself as Dr Pendanski. Ashley couldn't suppress a snort. Like that was his real name.

"Now, Ashley, I want you to know that you may have done things, but that does not make you a bad kid. I respect you Ashley." Ashley almost laughed aloud at that. The guy sounded like he rehearsed that speech in front of the mirror.

He gave Ashley some bright orange overalls and told him to put them on. Ashley looked at them with an eyebrow raised.

"You want me to wear these?" he laughed, "You're joking. Do I look like someone who wears orange jumpsuits? I'm not a member of whatever geek brigade you're part of."

"I'm afraid you're going to have to put it on, Ashley," Pendanski said in a patronising voice, "It's the rules."

"You think I'd be here if I kept to the rules?" Ashley snapped, "I'm staying in my jeans."

"It'll be highly uncomfortable once you get to work," Pendanski warned. Ashley smiled. Reasoning. Pendanski was backing down.

"I'll live," Ashley grinned, snatching up his bag and heading back outside. Dr Pendanski followed him out, looking dejected.

"This is your tent," he told Ashley, leading him into a tent that looked 10 canvas, 50 mould and 40 hole. Ashley fixed a sneer on his face and strode in.

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Well that's a very short Prologue-type thing. R&R or (insert random threat). Haven't been on this site for a year, so I'm a bit rusty on the threats. Give me time. I'm open to constructive criticism. I said CONSTRUCTIVE! Don't be nasty, it's my birthday tomorrow! Tell me what you think of Ashley. I like him, but do you? That's the question!