A/N: This is just something I started last night cuz I was really in the mood to write a Holes fanfiction. I know girls being sent to Camp Green Lake has become a bit cliche, but hopefully I can twist mine up a bit to make it interesting. I will still continue my Vampire Kisses fanfiction, don't worry. Chapter seventeen is in-progess as we speak. Okay, well, I hope you enjoy! -Michele
PS: I have chapter two written up already. So if you guys like this, then I will post. If not, I'll just continue writing it for my own enjoyment! :D
PSS: This is based on the movie Holes, not the book by Louis Sachar. The book is really good though! I love it, Louis, I promise! I have nothing against it! It's just...Squid is really hot in that movie!!! XD
PSSS: Sorry for the typo. Thank you to the person who corrected me. It is actually no water for one hundred miles, not one thousand. Heh heh...sorry!! :D
Chapter 01: Welcome to Camp Green Lake
The sun scorched through the dirt-stained windows of the long, empty, ugly, yellow school bus. Kailey Armstrong was handcuffed behind her back, sitting in the far back of the stuffy bus. The only other people were the bus driver--a heavy-set, greasy man--and a cop with a mustache, who wore a uniform and dark sunglasses, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
The bus drove on a desert road, dirt clouds building from behind the bus. Kailey was sweating and she was having a hard time breathing in the musty air suffocated her in the bus. The handcuffs around her wrists were bruising her skin. She was hating life a lot more right now.
The bus driver hit a dip in the road and Kailey fell over, wrists still cuffed behind her back.
"Dammit!" she hissed as she tried to pick herself off from the dirty floor. "Watch where you're going, you fat monkey!" she yelled to the bus driver.
The bus driver glared at her in the rear view mirror and went back to watching the road. The cop pierced her with a look of death through his dark shades, which she returned.
Kailey stayed on the floor of the bus the rest of the way. With all the dips in the road, she could not manage to pick herself up. When the bus stopped, the cop stood up and stomped over to her. He picked her up by her hair, which made her gasp and moan with pain.
"We're here," he growled and let go of her hair. She glared back at him, resisting the urge with all of her might to spit on his face. He pushed her down the aisle of the bus. The bus driver gave Kailey one last dirty look before opening the sliding door. The door made a loud squeal and the cop pushed Kailey off of the bus and onto the desert dirt and dry air.
They were at Camp Green Lake, a facility that "takes bad boys and turns them into good boys." Only, Kailey wasn't a boy. She was indeed a girl. But she was sent here anyway for her wrongdoing. This was her punishment for being a bad girl.
Kailey squinted her eyes and looked around. There were two buildings from what she could see and off in the distance were six tents, aligned in a single row evenly distanced apart. Not too much further from her was a water spigot and showers with waist-dividers. She gulped; no way could she shower there. A basketball hoop was hoisted right next to the showers.
She could see boys in bright orange, dirty jumpsuits walking around the camp. And each one that looked her way took a double-take.
"Whoa! There's a girl here!"
"A chick's been sent to Camp Green Lake!"
"Damn, look at her!"
Kailey's already red face reddened even more with embarrassment. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself. She should have disguised herself as a boy.
While the camp boys continued to crowd from the distance, some daring to step even closer to get a better look, they ogled at her, as if they had never seen a girl before. Kailey was indeed very pretty. Blonde hair cut in short layers and bangs that fell across her face cascaded just past her shoulders. She wasn't very tall, reaching to an average height of five-foot-five. Her eyes were a dark shade of blue and a couple of freckles speckled her face. Her figure bore curves in all the right places, her bust barely big enough for a size C cup and her waistline good to fit in a size five jeans. She wore a white, skin-tight tee that had gotten dirty on the ride over to the facility and a pair of light blue skinny jeans that were almost ripping at the knees.
The cop held her bag full of her clothes and toiletries and pushed her forward. They walked through the crowd of excited boys, whose faces were all coated in dirt. Some of them wore the jumpsuits all the way up with the zipper all the way down, and others wore them with the arms tied at the waist, exposing the white t-shirt or muscle shirt underneath. Each one of them wore disgustingly dirty black work boots. Kailey could not imagine herself in one of those horrific jumpsuits. Orange really wasn't her color anyway.
The cop led her to another building, one with fans blowing in all directions. She was relieved to be away from the heat outside. Texas in the summer was not the place to be.
The building was an office. It had some huge windows and creaky, wooden floors, at least they creaked whenever the cop stepped on them. A man with a cowboy hat, beard, and beady eyes sat behind a desk, his feet perched up and a bowl full of sunflower seeds in his lap.
"Well aren't you a pretty little thing," the man said with a country twang. He lifted his cowboy hat with his thumb to get a better look. "Well go on. Sit."
Kailey obeyed and the cop sat next to her. The man threw another handful of sunflower seeds in his mouth.
"You got a name, missy?" asked the man. Kailey ignored the question. She focused on the pain on her wrists from the tight hand cuffs. The metal was scorching her skin and her arms were getting tired from being pulled behind her.
"He asked you a question," the cop growled. Kailey ignored him too.
"Stubborn, isn't she?" the man assumed. "Yeah, we got a lot of them stubborn boys here." He spit out his handful of sunflower seed shells. "You know, Camp Green Lake has been a boys-only facility until now. Bet your excited to be with all them dirty boys. Ain't no funny business is going to be going on between you and nobody else." The man shoved a finger in Kailey's face, who looked at it with a taken aback look.
Kailey refused to talk. She wouldn't let this man get his way. Kailey was a leader, not a follower.
"Why don't you tell me your name, missy. I ain't gonna call you missy for an entire eighteen months. I'll tell you mine. It's Mr. Sir."
Kailey arched an eyebrow and stifled a sudden laughter. "Mr. Sir?" she finally said. The cop threw her another dirty look, which Kailey ignored. Mr. Sir looked at her with a more threatening look.
"You think my name's funny, do ya? Huh?" He stood up from his desk and walked around it to Kailey. Her smile instantly dropped and narrowed her eyes.
That man better stay away if he knows what's good for him, Kailey warned in her mind.
He examined her and noticed the handcuffs. "Still got her cuffed up I see. Most of them cops already take 'em off. Must be a wild one," he assumed. "Don't worry officer. We know how to keep those under control. Go ahead, uncuff her. She can't go nowhere. We're the only one in a hundred miles with water. So it ain't gonna be a problem, unless this girl's gotta death wish,"
The cop nodded and went ahead to uncuff Kailey. When her wrists were free of the cuffs, she groaned with pain as she rotated her wrists.
She couldn't escape. It wasn't so much that they were keeping her fenced in, but rather her survival. No water for a hundred miles. A hundred miles is a long way, she thought. She sighed. She had lost this round. There had to be some means of escaping without dying on the way. There just had to be.
