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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that pertain to the movie/book "Holes". They belong to the writer of the book, Louis Sachar.

Chapter 6

The sun beat down on the campers' backs. "Why doesn't a cloud just cover the sun? I mean all I want is a little bit of shade," Armpit exclaimed as he took a gulp of water. The water was their so called "life" as Mr. Sir liked to put it.

"Or at least let us bring a tarp out here so we could sit under it and relax," Magnet suggested and smiled.

"Man whatever I'll just be glad once I'm done digging," X-Ray rested his shovel against the wall of his hole and leaned back. Squid looked over at Nayel. She didn't seem very talkative today. She seemed lost in her own little world. Squid looked around. The guys seemed to be lost in their own conversations and fantasies.

"Nile," Squid finally spoke. Nayel turned to him. "You feeling okay?"

"Yeah fine," Nayel continued digging. "Just don't feel like talking that's all. Is that a crime," she snapped and grabbed her canteen.

"No. I'm just w...," he stopped himself. "Just asking," he quickly continued digging. Nayel climbed out of her hole and headed back to camp. She dragged her shovel as if she had no strength in her.

She finally reached the camp and threw her shovel in front of the library. She headed to tent and laid down on her cot. "Hey," she said to Zero. Zero just grinned and turned on his side meaning he didn't want to talk. Nayel pulled out an envelope from her pocket and tore open the letter. It was from her father. She began reading. She read some parts out loud to herself. "I'm doing fine. Hope you are too," she went back to reading silently. Then she began reading out loud again, "I don't know how long you will be staying there. The doctor hasn't decided yet. I hope the camp is really helping you and that you are coping with your problems," she went back to silently reading. Once she had finished she stuffed the letter inside the journal and got up. She began walking around the tent taking a peek inside everyone's crate. She saw magazines, letters, pictures, and stuffed animals. She stopped in front of Squid's and something caught her eye. It was a manila envelope. She reached into the crate and pulled it out. On the cover there was nothing written. She slowly opened it and dumped the contents on Squid's cot. She saw the tapes. She lifted one up and it read 'Session Two'. She began to remember everything she said on the these tapes. Everything that drove her to almost commit suicide. She couldn't believe Squid was hearing these. No one was suppose to hear them. The flap to the tent lifted up. Nayel didn't notice. The person got closer to her.

"You know you aren't supposed to do that," the voice said. Nayel turned quickly and found Zigzag standing there.

"Yeah well can't help a wondering eye," she put the tapes into the envelope and headed to her cot. Zigzag sat on his.

"So why were you sent here," he asked. He looked at her eager to find out. Nayel sat down and held the envelope.

"Wrong place, wrong time," she repeated.

"What's the real reason," Zigzag smiled.

"I'd rather not talk about it," Nayel suggested and put the tapes into her crate.

"You can tell me," Zigzag headed over to her.

"I said I don't want to talk about it," Nayel looked at him. He could tell she was serious. So he backed off and headed to Wreck Room. Squid walked in. "Alan come here," Squid walked over.

"What," he groaned. He didn't want to talk to her. She held up the envelope.

"What are you doing with these," she demanded. "These are personal and...and you can't hear them," Nayel glared at him.

"I should be asking the questions. When were you planning to tell me you were trying to kill yourself? Cutting your wrists? Depressants? Anorexia? What the hell Nayel?" Squid looked at her. She looked down.

"You just don't get it," Nayel said.

"Is that going to be your excuse all the time? That no one gets you," Squid lifted his eyebrow. "News flash people will get you. You just have to open up,"

"I don't need to," Nayel rubbed her wrists. "No one cares. Not even my dad,"

"What's that suppose to mean," Squid still sounded bitter but calmed down just a tad.

"My dad. I think he's just scared of me. I mean ever since my mother died he feels he's lost control," Nayel wiped away the tears that were running down her cheeks.

"What happened? Why were you sent here," Squid didn't understand.

"Where do I start," Nayel looked at him.

"How about from the beginning," Squid suggested with a tone of sarcasm. Nayel took a deep breath. She was about to let someone in. She didn't like to talk about her past. That was already dead and buried but now she had to dig it up so she could let Squid in. It was painful for her but there was no turning back.