Disclaimer: I don't own Holes or any of the characters, but I wish I did.

Aimee jumped out of the bus, not even waiting to get her handcuffs removed.
" Land!" she squealed, " Oh sandy, hole infested land!"
" Calm down, Aim. Wait a minute before you get all wild on us." Leigh said, carefully turning her wrists as they were freed.
" That's like asking a friggin' squirrel to stop eating nuts." Triss said, walking ahead, scooping the land. Holes. More holes. A cabin, a couple of tents.. Not much to work with here. Oh well. With 7 of her best friends there with her, she doubted she would ever be bored. especially with Aimee there..
' Lord.' Triss thought, shaking her head. That was about too much for her to think about at the moment.
As soon as the other girls were freed, the guard led them to a cabin that smelled of sweat, pigs and sunflower seeds. In the chair in front of the desk sat a middle-aged man, about 40 or so.
" Hello girls. You are the last of the female campers to be brought here for a loooooong time. The first few were brought here only two weeks ago. You'll be in the new all female division of 'D' tent. My name is Mr. Sir. You are to address me by my name, is that clear?" he asked.
" Y-yes." They all said. Mr. Sir got a good look at Aimee.
" What is wrong with you?" he asked. Aimee wasn't able to stand still, and her shoulder blade jumped up and down, up and down, up and down..
" The guard wouldn't let her take her Ridilin on the bus. He thought it was drugs or something." Leigh said, defending her spastic cousin.
" Oh, so you're Aimee." Mr. Sir said, looking at a file and propping his feet up on his desk, " Says here you have a few ' handicaps'." She shot him a poisonous glance.
" Blindness is a handicap. Deafness is a handicap. Obsessive compulsive disorder and ADD are not handicaps. Besides, I don't even have OCD. I'm just picky." Aimee said.
" Well, Ms.Carter, thanks for clearing that up. Now, you hoodlums, we'll get your uniforms and show you around." Mr. Sir said, staring at Aimee as he said so. When he finally looked off, she stuck her tongue out.
" Aim!" Leigh exclaimed, sensing the obvious danger of Mr. Sir.
" What?" Aimee asked looking totally clueless by the time Mr. Sir turned around.
" Here're your uniforms. I'll leave you to get changed. Then Mr. Pendanski will be here to tell you the rules and such. I'm gonna go back to m'office, if he needs me." Mr. Sir said, passing out the orange shirts and boots.
"What, do we just keep our T shirts on?" Aimee asked, who was wearing a tank top that depicted a boy that read " Boys are stoopid. Let's throw rocks at them!"
" Yeah.." Mr. Sir half grunted.
" Yay! I get to keep my ChrisTEENS shirt on!" Jackie said, pulling on the orange pant suit.
" Are you decent?" a voice called.
" Yeah, come on in." Leigh said. A funny looking man with a scraggly beard and zinc-oxide on his nose popped his head in.
" Girls? My name is Mr.Pendanski. I'll be your counselor while you're here at Camp Greenlake. I assume you know you'll be in 'D' tent? Well, come on, let's introduce you to the boys. They've bugged me for weeks about when all you were gonna get here." Mr. Pendanski said.
" I'll bet they have." Harmony said, rolling her eyes.
They walked out of the small tent and walked into the Wreck room.
" Ricky, Alan, this is Aimee, Leigh, Harmony, Jackie, Triss, Chelsea, Grammercy-"
" Grahm!" Grammercy called out, refusing to respond to the name Grammercy.
" and Aurora." Mr. Pendanski said, pointing out each of them.
" Hey, how did you know I was Aimee and she was Leigh?" Aimee asked.
" I know everything." Mr. Pendanski said.
" Yo, my name is Squid, and this is Zigzag." Alan/Squid said, pointing to Zigzag. Zigzag was a very.. Strange looking boy, around 15 or 16 who had a rather long neck and frizzy hair that stuck straight out in all the humidity, and not to mention his wild eyes that were bouncing from girl to girl. Aimee, needless to say, instantly swooned over him. Strange was what appealed her.
" Ricky, do you know where the other boys are at?" Mr. Pendanski asked, ignoring Squid Ricky pointed to one of the understuffed couches where a few of them sat and to the pool table, where two black guys played.
" Ricky. I like that name. Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Aimee asked, saying every thing very quickly. Squid looked to Triss.
" Is she always like this?" he asked.
" You get used to it after a while." She said.
The black guy with glasses, seemingly the leader, was instantly taken with Aimee's happy, friendly nature.
" Girl, you wired!" he said. " My name is X ray. This is Caveman, Armpit, Magnet and Zero. I see you've already met Squid and Ziggy."
" Yeah, hey, what's up with the nicknames?" Aimee asked.
" Tradition. You'll be getting one too, sooner or later." X ray said.
" Oh. So until then I'm either Aimee or shutup, right?" she asked. X ray laughed.
" You're aight. You may just last!" X ray said, moving over to meet the others. Zigzag was a nervous wreck for a while, but soon returned to his broken TV screen, to watch what ever he imagined. The new girls were okay. Aimee was a little on the nutty side, but she was okay.

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