Yes, yes. I have become that in which I fear most.a girl-putting-in Holes fanfic writer. BUT, I was in 'thinking mode' (That doesn't happen a lot) last night, and I got to thinking, "If they made another Holes Movie, what would it be about?" and then I was like, "It would be cool if they put girls into the mix." And then I thought, "Yes, and everybody else has already thought of that." and then my cat jumped up on me and scared me half to death.and then I thought, "Ahh, oh well." So, here I am. Yes, and I'm sure you are all just jumpin' up and down in your pants with excitement, are you not? Well, this is sort of an in-between fic until I get more ideas for, "Messed Up".

Disclaimer: I do not own The D-Tent boys, or anyone else owned by Louis Sachar. 'Twould be very cool if I did though. I do own the D-Tent girls, who will be introduced during the first 7 chapters. I hope you all enjoy this, and don't forget to reply! (No flames though). The first 7 introductory chapters should all be posted tonight, so in your reply, tell me which girl you like the best.

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Chapter 1: Kelsey Rummer

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It's hard to realize something's a crime when you've been doing it all your life. Well, maybe not all your life, but long enough so that it's like a habit. Something you depend on. Something you have to depend on.

Like stealing.

Not like stealing stuff from a store, or taking anything of major value. More like.taking something you need from somebody who doesn't. Like Robin Hood. Taking from the rich and giving to the poor. Yeah, just like that.

If only the cops would see it that way.

I steal from the rich, and give to the poor. The needy. In this case, me. I guess I'd see it differently if I was the one being robbed, but, hey. I'm not, so why should I care? I'm not optimistic. If I'm stuck outside at night in the rain, I'm not being given a shower by god. I'm being soaked. Plain and simple.

I guess I would have turned out differently if I actually lived somewhere. Had parents. But, maybe I wouldn't have. I like me better this way. Damn anyone who doesn't, do I look like I care?

I guess I never actually thought I'd get caught. Well, get caught and reported to the authorities. I'd gotten caught plenty of times, breaking into houses at night or while people were away, stealing loose change and stuff from the kitchen, but my neighbor's understood. Until the 'Rothmans' moved in. Obviously, they had not been told by the other neighbor's I was no a common thief after their loot. Not like they had anything worth looting anyways. 'Cause, the next day, there I was, sitting in court.

"Kelsey Rummer, you have a choice to make, young lady."

I rolled my eyes. Young Lady? Hardly.

"Jail, or Camp Green Lake." The judge said, staring at me with those freaky eyes.

I pretended to ponder a few moments, stroking my chin. After a few minutes, the Judge grew impatient, and growled, "Make your decision young lady, or I will make it for you."

I growled, but said, "I'll go to Camp Green Lake, thank you very much."

And that was that. It's not like it took me long to pack. It doesn't take long to pack nothing.