Beverley

I could not tell you how awkward it was standing in front of seventy boys, most of whom haven't seen a girl in months. I nervously glanced up every now and then at the hungry faces who were sizing me up. I really wished that I hadn't worn shorts.

"Now," the Warden called out in a powerful and sharp voice. She stood next to me, her hands clasped together. Dr. Pendanski was at my other side, and Mr. Sir walked back and forth in front of us, challenging the campers. "Now, as you may have noticed, my niece Beverley has arrived at Camp Green Lake,"

A daring boy started cheering, but was quickly silenced by Mr. Sir.

The Warden narrowed her eyes. "She is to be treated with respect. There will be no speaking, no gawking, no harassing, no pranks, and certainly no touching without her consent. If any of you break these rules, you will be immediately reported to me, and I will deal you myself. You will treat her as you would treat me, is that understood?"

After a few moments of silence, the Warden dismissed the boys with a thank you. She faced me and said, "I don't have much to eat in my cabin, for I haven't had the chance to go shopping. I'm sure Dr. Pendanski here wouldn't mind finding some nice food in the kitchen for you," she averted her attention to Dr. Pendanski.

"Oh, no problem," he grinned cheesily. "Why don't you go sit over with the other counselors," he motioned toward the table filled with droopy eyed men with cowboy hats. "I know it's not very convenient but I think it'd be…safer."

I had no intentions of mingling with the counselors, so I sat down at the end of the table, as far away from them as I could. I then took this time to thank god for the hundredth time that I always carried my drawing pad and pencils with me. I pulled my soft leather purse into my lap, a gift from Aunt Lou. I flipped through the pages of doodles and love poems dedicated to boys who never knew I existed to a clean page. A clean page, a new start.

ZigZag

"Beverley," Squid scoffed. "That's my grandma's name. When I think of a hot girl I don't want to think of my grandma." He gritted his toothpick tightly between two rows of crooked teeth.

The boys laughed. I went along with it, but I knew better. I don't know who this "Beverley" person—if that's her real name—but something about this whole situation seems fishy. The Warden has a niece…Really? That's the best they could come up with? I knew somebody was watching me. Perhaps they were a government spy or even an assassin.

I stared over at the stranger. She was bent over a notebook or journal of some sort. She looked up and quickly observed her surroundings. Hey gaze passed over our table before landing on the next. Aha! So she had found out I was here. She was probably taking notes right now. Beverley tucked her hair behind her ear before she continued recording in her notebook. Well…she didn't really look like an assassin…but of course the government wouldn't make it so obvious. Yes, yes I know. I outsmarted them. I—

"Ziggy?" X-Ray interrupted. My eyes flashed over towards him.

"Huh?"

"Dude are you even here?" Armpit waved a flabby arm in my direction.

"Course I am," I muttered.

"You think she's gonna have to dig holes?" Magnet asked curiously.

X-Ray shrugged. "Man, the Warden will make anyone who has two working arms dig."

"True that," Magnet grumbled.

"All I know is that this is the closest any of us will ever get to her." X-Ray proposed. "The Warden will probably keep her on lockdown. So might as well enjoy it while it lasts." He led the group's gaze over towards the mysterious girl.

Beverley

After examining the whole room, I chose my victim. It was, the devilishly intriguing Mr. Sir. Wow, I almost laughed out loud at that description. Mr. Sir was sitting a couple feet away, his chair positioned at an angle so he could observe the whole room. He lounged with his chair leaned back and his feet propped up on the tabletop. His cowboy hat was shielding his eyes, and a toothpick dangled carelessly out of his stubble-ridden lips. Actually, he was an interesting subject.

I left the diseased looking bowl of chili Dr. Pendanski had conjured up for me untouched and focused all of my attention on Mr. Sir. I was wonderstruck on how still he managed to stay, until I finally realized he was sound asleep. It made me feel so secure knowing what great hands the delinquents of our country were in.

By the time I finished a rough sketch of Mr. Sir, the room had pretty much cleared out. There were only a few idling campers scattered around but other than that the place was pretty much deserted. Shit. I wanted to leave before the boys so I wouldn't have to run into any of them on the way back to Aunt Lou's cabin. I suppose I could ask one of the counselors to escort me, but I really didn't want to live under constant surveillance like one of these prisoners.

"Oh, Ms. Walker, there you are." Dr. Pendanski called from the doorway. Looks like I didn't really have a choice now. As he passed Mr. Sir, Pendanski gave him a generous kick in the shins.

"I guess I just lost track of the time," I admitted while flipping my notebook shut and lazily stuffing my pencils back into the bag.

"Well it seems like we both have great timing!" he chuckled. I forced a laugh for his sake. "How about I walk you back to the cabin, eh?"

"Sure, doc." I eagerly stood up.

It was in the evening, so the temperature had died down. However there was still a dull lazy heat, perfect weather for swimming. A few boys were walking around, or lounging outside, but most had retired to their tents or the infamous Wreck Room.

"Rex! Ricky! Alan! I hope you're all excited for our session tonight!" Pendanski called out to a trio of boys who were approaching ahead.

"Always am, Mom." An African-American boy with unbelievably dirty glasses scoffed.

"Beverley, these are D-Tent boys, my boys—"

"Please, don't ever say that again…" A Caucasian boy with a toothpick hanging out of his mouth groaned.

"As I was saying," Pendanski shot them a look. "I'm the counselor for D-Tent. This here is Rex," he motioned towards the boy with glasses. "And Alan," Toothpick waggled his eyebrows at me. "And Ricky."

The third boy was peculiar indeed. He was tall, towering over the other boys by a couple inches. He had a crop of wild blonde hair that stuck out in every direction. His jumpsuit top was tied around his waist, and his white tank top exposed his defined arm muscles. His eyes however were his most interesting feature. They were electric blue and darted ever which way suspiciously. I took in his long arms and sharp jaw line, thinking that he would be great to draw.

"Nah, I'm X-Ray," Rex said. "And that's Squid and Zigzag." Squid's lips twisted into an annoying smirk and Zigzag nodded politely.

"Hello," I replied, hugging my drawing pad against my chest.

"That's all the introductions we have time for today," Pendanski joked. "Come along now Beverley." He started walking away, me in tow right behind him. "See you boys later."

"Yeah,"

"Bye Mom,"

I could hear the boys' feet shuffling away. I gave a small glance over my shoulder at them, only to see their backs moving farther and farther away.

A/N: Forgot about FF. Thanks to those who reviewed/favorited. If anyone out there is still reading these Holes fanfics, hope you enjoy(: