My first Story so here we go.

Disclamer: I. DO. NOT. OWN. HOLES.

Sorry for any spelling errors.

Chap. Uno Numbero

The names Ashlyn.

Its Gaelic and means 'Dream'.

Ok. Now that we have that cleared up, let me tell you about my surroundings.

I'm sitting on a very worn out seat, none too comportable by the way, and I'm hand cuffed to the seat in front of me. By now you're probably thinking 'Whoa, whoa, whoa. BACK up here, why is she hand cuffed in the first place?!'

That is a very good question, Oh Humble Observer.

You see, I was caught doing one of my most favorite things in the world.

Playing with fire.

Yeah, Yeah, I've heard it all before, 'Fire is so dangerous!' 'You're gonna get yourself killed!' Blah Blah Blady Fricikin' Blah.

Ever since I was a baby I was attracted to fire.

My Dad was a heavy smoker, and when he would light up, He said I would coo and try to grab the fire coming out of his lighter.

He told me all about my attraction to fire, How I would try and touch the candles on my cake on my birthday, and on Christmas day I would sit in front of the fire and gaze, completely unnerved, into the flames.

I told him to stop cuz' I knew it was difficult enough for him just to breathe.

Again, you're thinking 'WHY?!?! GIVE US SOME ANSWERS PERSON!"

Ok, ok fine. I'll tell you. My dad was diagnosed with throat and lung cancer when I was seven. He never told me until he was rushed into the emergency room after he collapsed in the kitchen, having a severe asthma attack. I remember standing there in shock, watching my Dad turn blue, until his gasps and wheezes finally told me that I needed to call 911.

I remember the policemen that came with the paremedics were so nice to me and they let me sit in the front seat of their cruser.

They took me to the hospital and I sat in the waiting room for five hours, clutching, ironically, a dragon with red and orange flame coming from it's mouth while the stabilized my Dad.

When they finally told me I could see my dad, I felt a little afraid. What's happening?

That question flashed inside my mind while the nurse led my to my Dad's hospital bed.

When I stepped into the room I almost didn't recognize who was lying in that bed, hooked up to all these tubes and wires.

"Daddy?" I asked timidly, staring at him.

He opened his eyes and tried to smile, but he couldn't because of the tube down his throat.

He made righting motions to the nurse, who gave him a paper pan and a pen.

He scribbled some thing on it and gave it to the nurse, who read, 'Your dad says hi and he say not to worry, because the doctors are gonna take good care of him.'

I smiled and told him, "I'm not worried daddy I know they'll take good care of you. How long are you gonna stay here?" I said looking at the nurse. The nurse smiled sadly and said," I don't know Honey. Your daddy's very sick,"

Little did I know how sick he was.

For years he stayed in the hospital while I was taken cared of by hired nannies and social workers.

By now you're thinking' why does she need a nanny?'

My answer: no mom.

She died due to complications during childbirth.

And in case you weren't paying attention, my dad was in the hospital.

Every day after school I visited him, hoping he would win his battle that was ragging around in his body.

I would do my homework at his bedside and leave only when I was practically dragged from his room by a nurse or the nanny that was with me.

For a while the doctors thought he was cured and he was allowed to go home. For a week he spent every waking moment with me. Until one Sunday we were taking a stroll trough the park and his heart stopped beating.

Once again he was rushed to the hospital, and all the while I had this creepy feeling of de' ja' vu'.

After that his condition just got worse.

Then, two days before my thirteenth birthday, he died.

The doctors described it as 'his body just gave up.'

For weeks I was miserable, and I felt I had just lost my best friend.

After that my life just turned completely bleak.

I burned all my clothes in the front yard and then I went and bought new ones from a store called, Black Expectations. I spent over five hundred dollars buying the most hard-core stuff I could find. I dropped all my old friend and starting hanging out with a group that called them selves, The Death Squad. They were a classic example of ' a bad crowd'.

My attraction to fire heightened and I started carrying around matches and lighters and lighter fluid. I would burn the matches like cigarettes, and I would light things on fire using the lighter and fluid, then I would put them out before they caught fire to any thing else.

My new so-called ' Friends" and I got drunk one night a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday and they dared my to bury the principles car. It took me a few more weeks to make a hole big enough, but I did it. A kid that was on the Death Squad named, Speed, was a master carjacker and he helped me get the principles car started and drive it to the hole that I dug. We buried it and thanks to my horrible charma, a cop that was helping set up a new security system across the street saw us and came running over. Speed, being the fast little devil he is starting running. I followed his example and did the same. I wasn't as nearly as fast as he was but I managed to find a hiding spot in one of those under ground cellars the prince able had attached to his house. Still full of adrenaline I started burning matches to calm my nerves. The cellar had pipes running around it and stuff; I figured it was for water and stuff.

I had no idea those pipes would land me in BIG trouble.

So, anyway, I was playing with my matches when I heard foot steps out side the cellar.

'The cop!' I thought and snuffed out the match. Quickly I hid in the corner and tried not make any noise. The cop opened the cellar doors and used his flashlight to look around, his pistol in hand. Then he spotted me, "Freeze!" He yelled. Breathing hard I looked for an escape route. "Freeze!" the cop yelled again, "Put your hands on your head and get down on the ground!"

I looked at the cop straight in the eye. Fear, I recognized, flashed in his eyes. Did he think I had a weapon? As if.

Still watching him I flicked my eyes toward the left, and the cop followed my line of vision to look behind him.

Taking advantage of this distraction I tried to make a break for it.

"Hey!" the cop shouted, and when I didn't stop, he blindly let off a round in my direction. Lucky for my skin, he missed and the shot hit one of the pipes. A hissing sound filled the room, followed by a smell. 'Gas' I realized. God Damn. I needed to get out of there and fast. I forgot I had the matchbook in my hand and some how one of them lit. I dropped the matches and scrambled out of the cellar, closely followed by the cop. I started running, but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard the explosion. I turned around and what met my eyes was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. A cloud of flames and ash rose and brightly contrasted to the sky. God, it was incredible. I was so caught up in the beauty of it all I was completely out of it when the cop tackled me to the ground, and only when my face met the ground instead of the burning house did I start to struggle. But it was hopeless, the cop was a lot bigger than I was, and it didn't help he was virtually directly on top of me.

I was taken into custody ands I don't remember much after that. I was too distracted by the image of the explosion playing repeatedly in my head.

The same image is still in my head as I'm sitting in this God forsaken bus, being closely watched by a security cop, my bag at my feet.

I don't even know why the hell they're sending me to a boys' detention camp facility.

They clearly have no sense. At All.

I looked out the window at the flat nothingness as sweat ran down my face.

Suddenly, something met my vision. 'What the hell?' I thought as more of them came into view. Only when I saw a flash of orange did I realize what they were, 'Holes? That's what I get to do here? Dig holes? This is going to be easer than I thought'

I smirked as we began to slow down. We stopped in the middle of what looked like it was once an old town. I waited for the officer to un cuff me before grabbing my duffel bag and, literally, hopping of the bus. God, it felt so good to get off that tin can they call a vehicle. I took a look around. There were boys everywhere. No surprise there. They all had these orange jumpsuits on, and some of them had white t-shirts underneath. A few didn't even have the shirts on. Thankfully, I had seen enough male anatomy that I wasn't embarrassed, but despite that a slight heat raised to my face. I sighed. Perfect. Catcalls and whistles met my ears. "Hey! A girl!" "A hot Girl!" "Hey Sexy!" Wonderful. I get to spend my four year sentence with a bunch of perverted morons." This way." The Security officer said has he gripped my arm.

I ripped it away." I don't like to touched, thank you very much." I snapped.

The officer looked at me and started walking towards a building as I followed.

A blast of cool air met my face, and I sighed in relief as I was led to a desk covered in papers, and had a bowl of sunflower seeds on it.

"Sit down." The officer said to me, pointing to a chair in front of the desk.

I sat and the chair on the other side swiveled around to reveal a very gay looking cowboy.

Mr. Gay Cowboy looked me straight in the eye and said, "My name is Mr. Sir. You will call me by my name and nothing else, got it?"

"Yes Mr. Sir." I said fighting down a smile.

He scowled at me and turned to a mini refrigerator. He pulled out two coke bottles and reached out to give the bottle. I smiled, thanked him, and downed the whole thing before he had a chance to say a word. He looked at me in shock and raised his eyebrows. He looked at the officer before grabbing a file out of his desk drawer.

"Do you know what you are here for?' he said jabbing the file in my direction.

A small smile played around my lips as I said, "Burying a car before blowing up a house?" I said saying it like a question.

"That's right." He said," and now you are here for four years because of it. We would have sent you to a girls camp, but the were full." Ah. So that's why.

He led me outside and into another building where he gave me my jumpsuit and gave me the rundown on hoe the camp works. Then he told me to change into one of the jump suits. "Turn around." I told him.

" What?" he asked.

"I said, turn around. I'm not going to change in front of you." I sneered. He turned around and as quickly as I could I changes into the jumpsuit. Ugh. Orange was defiantly not my color. I told him I was done and he was about to say some thing before a horrible voice reached my ears.

" I'm Mr. Pendanski, your councilor!" I had though Mr. Sir was gay, but Pendanski took the cake and then some.

Pendanski stared leading me towards a group of tents that had letters on them.

"You'll be in A-tent, A stands for arsonry. So you'll be meeting a hot group of boys."

I grimace at his pathetic attempt at a pun.

He led me inside the tent where I saw six beds with five guys sprawled all over them like wet laundry.

" Boys, this is your new campmate Ashlyn Egan. Be nice to her." Pendanski said looking at each of the boys in turn.

" A girl?" The smallest one said. He looked about fifteen, and had coal black hair with a red streak in it.

"Yes, a girl, and because of her gender we will be watching her very closely so you'd better not try and do any thing to her. Ashlyn, This is Robby", he pointed to the kid who spoke up," Trent," he pointed to a kid who looked about seventeen with brown hair and blond highlights," Michael, " A kid holding a picture of fireworks, and scarlet hair glanced at me before looking at his picture again," Lyle," A kid with white tipped black dread locks nodded at me and said "'sup." "And then there's Gregory. He doesn't' say much." The last kid was in the far corner with his knees against his chest. He was watching me like his life depended on it. He had really short orange hair and he looked like he could've been black but his skin tone proved other wise.

"Hey, those 'ain't our names, It's Sparx, Flames, Heat, and Inferno, and I'm Blaze." Trent said.

"Ok, whatever you say. Dinner is in a couple hours, I think I can trust you enough to be left alone?"

"Yes, thanks." I said. Pendanski, nodded and left.

"So, What bed is mine?" I asked.

Trent, who looked like he was the leader said, "The one next to Inferno."

I dumped my bag next to the bed and lay down.

Maybe if I watch my back it wont be so bad here.

But there was some thing about Inferno that I need to know, but I had no idea what.