(A/N: This is my new story, to whoever was reading my old story, "C'est la vie" I decided not to continue it, and I'm so sorry, I just didn't know what to write anymore! This one is all planned out and I already have chapters 2 and 3 written, so this one will be finished! I hope you enjoy it, and please review!!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Holes or any of the characters.
All my life, at least my 14 years of living, I remember having a lot of run-ins with bad luck. I remember once when I was four years old, I was at a playground with my daycare group. I was standing in line to go down the slide, and when I was about the second person from the front to go on, it was time to leave. Then when I was 9, I started taking flute lessons in school. I was pretty good at it, so I decided to join the school band. We weren't that good, after all, we were all 4th and 5th graders. I had a special solo, and when I was finally at the microphone, I turned around with my flute up in playing position to look at the director, and my flute hit the microphone and it fell down, which pulled the curtains down. I quit band after that. Then just recently, I heard that Jesse McCartney was going to be on three television shows last Monday. I was so excited, so I decided to get all my homework and stuff finished on Sunday, since we had Monday off for Martin Luther King Day. So Sunday I finish all my homework and all, and that night we had a huge storm. The storm caused a tree to fall, which knocked over the wires and we had a power outage the whole next day. I missed the three shows. I was definitely pissed.
So yea, luck doesn't run that good with me. I am lucky though in some ways, I mean I have a loving family, I'm an only child, and I'm not exactly the ugly duckling. I have long brown hair and green eyes, so I suppose I have the whole "girl next door" look down. Unfortunately, I don't have the outgoing attitude that goes with it, considering that I'm very shy. So yea, I don't exactly have a boyfriend, my friends say that boys are afraid of rejection, and since I'm so quiet, I guess they figure I'd reject them. I probably would too, most of the boys at my school are jerks. There are a few nice ones who I'd consider, but the boys I think are nice are just as shy as I am, and hey, I'm scared of rejection too…
So yea, welcome to my life. Not very exciting, the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me was winning a signed Jesse McCartney CD from a magazine. That's all changed now though, ever since I have been framed and ended up at Camp Green Lake.
Camp Green Lake is, er, I mean was, a camp for boys. Take a bad boy, make him dig holes in the hot sun, turns him into a good boy. I believe that's how it goes. The motto that is. Well what about girls? Take a good girl, make her dig holes in the hot sun, turns her into a bad girl? Any girl that has to go through this is going to get tough by the time they're time is over. Believe me, I know.
You're probably wondering how I know. Well, I was sentenced six months in Camp Green Lake for a crime I didn't commit. Yea, you're probably thinking, 'that's what they all say.' Well it's true for me, you will not believe the crime I was framed for! It's crazy, someone like me getting framed for a crime like that! Whatever, what's done is done I suppose. Oh, who am I kidding, it was just another run in with bad luck. Life sucks sometimes, ya know?
(A/N: Just wanted to state that I don't own Jesse McCartney, just cause I used his name in here!)