Disclaimer: Don't own holes, or any of the charcters. But, I WAN'T ZIGZAG!
Chapter1:
Bloody fire department. Damn school. Damn parents, I swear their out to get me. If it wasn't for those stupid friends of mine, I wouldn't be on this hot, smelly, old, cruddy bus, driving out to the middle of nowhere.
"FUCK THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!" I shouted form the back of the bus where I was handcuffed to the seat.
"Shut up girl, if you know whats best for you." The guard snapped as he pointed the barrel of the gun at my head.
"Fine. I will." I glared back at him. I fished the lighter out of my pocket as the guard layed his gun back down in his lap.
It was one of those old metal ones. I flipped back the cap and clicked the metal piece down. I stared at the dancing flame that came from the lighter. I smirked.
I was a pyro. A fire fanatic. I just loved fire and it was my greatest weapon.
Every since I was an infant I had always loved fire. Even when I was a baby, my mother said that I could sit and stare at a burning candle all day. When I was eight my older brother had given me the most wonderful birthday gift in the entire world. Well, in my opinion.
He had given me my first lighter. Every since that day I had been burning anything that I could get my hands on to. Paper, clothing, plants, hair. I chuckled. I loved my brother, but a year after he had given me the lighter he had been killed by this gangster leader. Ford, my brother, had stolen a mortocycle form him. I had about 15 lighters. And I had all of them with me.
Sundenly, the depressing memory brought me back to my "fuck the world" train of thought. I sighed. Might as well get some sleep. I layed my head down on the window and closed my eyes. No luck with that.
I jerked my head up as the bus jolted violently. I flicked back the cap of the lighter again and held it as close to the handcuff as I could, with out getting burnt myself.
"SHIT!" I shouted as the flame hit my wrist. I dropped my lighter immediately. Damn handcuffs won't melt.
Once again the guard growled, "Shut up!"
I cursed lightly under my breath as I eyed my lighter under the seat in front of me. Good thing it wasn't the one Ford gave me.
After 2 hours and staring out the window, I spotted what looked like holes. Wait, they were holes, and there were boys dressed in orange digging them. I looked up as I realized, "Camp Green Lake is a camp for all boys?" I asked the guard. He nodded, "Your the first girl." Well, this is just peachy.
Why again did I get sent to this camp in the first place? Oh yeah, cause i'm a pyro. Well, there were some other reasons too.
Flashback
"Shane Repp"
Shane stood up quietly and faced the judge. Here father, mother, and her younger brother standing behind her. Her father had a very disapointed face, her mother was crying, and her brother Noah was just had a blank expression on his face.
"How do you plee(a/n:Is that the term for it?? Sp.??)" The judge asked.
"Guilty."
"Now you have a choice. Either you can go to jail, or Camp Green Lake."
Shane leaned forward and eyed the judge.
"Anything but jail." She finally said after a long awkward silence.
The judge slamed down his gavel down, "3 years Camp Green Lake."
End Flashback
"Well, he forgot to mention the part about it being an all boys camp." She mumbled to herself.
Great, she thought. Now i'm speaking to my self. The heat must be really getting to me.
Soon, the bus stopped in front of a filthy looking cabin. If you could call it a cabin. It was more like a shack.
The guard jerked me up by the arm and unlocked the handcuffs. Then he shoved the gun into my back and pushed me to the stairs. When I stepped of the bus I looked around and found a lot of boys staring at me. They all had really ugly orange jumpsuits on.
All the boys started whispering. The guard shoved me into the cabin. It wasn't that big and not that clean either. There was a desk with tons of profiles spread across it, a mini fridge behind the desk, the floor was covered in millions of what looked like sunflower seed shells. Gross I thought as I stepped on one. There was a cowboy sitting at the desk with his feet proped up on it. He seemed be reading my profile.
He looked up and spit some sunflower seed shells into a jar. Then he motioned me to sit in a filthy looking chair. I sat down and glanced up at the cowboy.
He had a pink shirt on. "Shane Repp." He said eyeing me. "I thought you would be a guy. According to your name." I sighed. "Sounds hispanic." Oh, now that made me mad.
"Do I look hispanic to you mister! Since when are hispanics blonde!" I retorted. I felt a sear of pain as he back handed me. If looks could kill, I think I just killed him.
"My name is Mr. Sir. Whenever you speak to me, you will call me by my name. Is that clear."
"Yes, Mr. Sir." I tried to turn my laugh into a cough. What kind of name is that I thought. That is so gay!
"Do you think that's funny?" He asked, standing up.
I frowned, "No Mr. Sir." He walked over to the fridge. "This ain't no girl scout camp." He said as he opened the fridge to revile about 8 bottles of pop. "Understand."
"Never did like girl scouts." I said under my breath.
"Here." He pulled out a bottle of pop. I sat rooted to the chair. He turned his head towards me with raised eyebrows. He asked, "Why didn't you take it." The guard grabbed the bottle out of Mr. Sir's hand and mumbled a thanks.
"Cause it wasn't for me." I replied. He smiled at me.
"Finally, we have a smart one in this camp." He mumbled to himself.
He soon lead me out of that cabin and I followed him into another. This time I saw shelves stacked with nothing but orange jumpsuits, boots, googles, and water containers.
"You get two sets of clothes. One for work the other for relaxation. After 3 days, your work clothes will be washed, your second set becomes your work clothes. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mr. Sir." I stated bluntly.
He pulled down two jumpsuits, a pair of boots, a hat, and googles. He shoved them in my hands.
"Undress."
"What." I asked not believing this guy.
"Am I speakin Chinese, I said undress."
"Not in front of you." I retorted.
Mr. Sir threw up his hands and turned around. Soon I had pulled of myjeans, pulled the jumpsuit on, and tied the sleeves around my waist revieling my plain white tank top.
"You are to dig one hole each day. 5 foot deep, 5 foot in diameter. Your shovel is your measuring stick."
"So, thats what the holes are for," I said.
"The longer it takes you to dig, the longer you'll be out in the hot sun. You need to keep alert for lizards and rattlesnakes."
I raised my eyebrow, "Lizards?" I just loved lizards. I didn't understand how lizards could be dangerous.
"You don't bother them, they won't bother you...usually. Being bit by a rattler ain't the worst thing that can happen to ya. You won't die.." He spat out some shells.
"....usually. But you don't want to get bit by a yellow-spotted lizard. That is the worst thing that can happen to ya."
Great! I thought. Why don't you just introduce Jason and then we will throw a party with all the dumb crap around here. First a gay cowboy, next ugly orange suits, now human killing lizards with yellow spots. What next another gay guy.
Just then a short man that had a huge straw hat on, knee high socks, and had his nose covered with sunscreen walked in.
Whoops, spoke too soon.
"Shane Repp."
"Yeah." I stood up after tying my boots.
"I just want you too know that you may have done some bad things, but that does not make you a bad kid."
Not only is he gay he's too cheery. Sorry Jason, try your luck somewhere else, cause I think not even Freddy could scare this guy.
"I respect you Shane....wait."
He glanced at me.
"Your a girl."
I rolled my eyes, not this crap again. "What you expect a he-she?"
"Welcome to Camp Green Lake." He held out his hand. I shoke it hesitantly.
"I'm Dr. Pendanski, your counsler." Pen-dance-key. Great, not only is he gay, he has a gay name.
"Start that touchy-feely crap, I'm otta here."
Go gay cowboy.
"You'll be in "D" tent. "D" Stands for..."
"Dirt."
"No"
"Dumb"
"No"
"Doopey"
"no"
"Dork"
"No"
"Dick-"
"DILIGENCE!" Ooooohhhhh, I hit a nerve. Cool.
As I followed him past the "mess" hall, we ran into three boys. All of them dressed in orange, one was a white kid with a hat on his head and a tothpick in his mouth and the other two were black. One had really thick glasses on and the other was quit big.
"Hey mom..." At what the kid with glasses called Pendanski I had to laugh.
"Who's the girl?" What did he just say! Oooohhh, watch out glasses, this means revenge. And I know for a fact it's going to include fire. And maybe your hair, hmmmm maybe your blanket too.
"This is Shane. She'll be your new tent mate."
"Pyro." I retorted still glaring at the kid with the glasses.
"Never use my real name. Got it."
The guys looked really impressed. Pendanski put on a face that just shouted "not htis crap again" I had to laugh again. Hey, maybe this place wasn't bad after all.
"This is Rex, Alan, and Theodore."
I smirked. "Hi."
"Yo, my name is X-ray. And that's Squid, that's Armpit."
"Him, he's mom." Squid said nodding over at Pendanski.
"They all have their little nicknames." Pendanski retorted. Then continued, "but I perfer to use the names their parents gave them, the names soceity will regonize them by. Theodore, why don't we show Shane her cot."
I followed and they lead me too a green, really bad smelling tent, with the letter "D" paint on the front.
"Welcome to your new home Shane." Pendanski said as I stood there staring at a matress with a stain on it. Don't wan't know what that was.
"Keep your bed clean." He said. Like it's clean now. I thought very ticked off. Just then two more boys entered. One was hispanic and the other had blonde hair that stuck out weirdly and his eyes were really big. Once in a while they would dart back an forth.
"Hey, I'm Magnet." The hispanic dude said. Then pointed to the blonde dude who kept staring at Shane weirdly. "That's Zigzag." I was staring too. "Hi." I just couldn't help myself. He was just so hot.
Magnet saw this awkward moment and then waved his hand in front of Zigzag's face. This broke his trance and he followed Magnet to the back left corner of the tent. But, as he walked away he would once in a while dart his eyes at me. I thought it was so funny.
"And this..." Pendanski said walking over to a short black kid lying on a cot. He had an afro and was staring up at the ceiling.
"is Zero. Say hello to Shane, Zero." He didn't move.
"Do you want to know why they call him Zero? Cause there's nothing going on in his stupid little head."
Poor kid I thought. He must be the one who gets picked on.
Then, an idea popped into my head. I would make friends with him. Get know him. I bet he felt lonely. That made me more detirmined.
"Did you tell her about the yellow-spotted lizards?" Zigzag asked Pendanski as his eyes got a little bigger.
"Now Ricky. Lets not scare Shane."
"His name's not Ricky. It's Zigzag, all right." X-ray retorted. I liked Zigzag way better then Ricky.
"Theodore will be your mentor. Any questions. ask him." Pendanski Yanked Armpit's hat off.
I glanced over at Zero. He turned on his side so I was looking at his back. Another piece of wood to my burning fire.
Just then I froze. Zigzag was standing there with no shirt. I directed my gaze towards him.
Zero, you dumbass. Shane focous on Zero.
But, I couldn't take my eys off Zigzag. I sighed as I sat on my bed and rested my chin in my hand.
Oh well, screw it for today.
I LOVE ZIGZAG!!!! Ok, now that was long. The longest chapter I ever did. Ok, there is a lot of spelling mistake but i'm to lazy to spellcheck the WHOLE thing, so if ya don't know what the missed spelled word is GUESS! Read and review people!! Stormbringer91
Chapter1:
Bloody fire department. Damn school. Damn parents, I swear their out to get me. If it wasn't for those stupid friends of mine, I wouldn't be on this hot, smelly, old, cruddy bus, driving out to the middle of nowhere.
"FUCK THE ENTIRE WORLD!!!" I shouted form the back of the bus where I was handcuffed to the seat.
"Shut up girl, if you know whats best for you." The guard snapped as he pointed the barrel of the gun at my head.
"Fine. I will." I glared back at him. I fished the lighter out of my pocket as the guard layed his gun back down in his lap.
It was one of those old metal ones. I flipped back the cap and clicked the metal piece down. I stared at the dancing flame that came from the lighter. I smirked.
I was a pyro. A fire fanatic. I just loved fire and it was my greatest weapon.
Every since I was an infant I had always loved fire. Even when I was a baby, my mother said that I could sit and stare at a burning candle all day. When I was eight my older brother had given me the most wonderful birthday gift in the entire world. Well, in my opinion.
He had given me my first lighter. Every since that day I had been burning anything that I could get my hands on to. Paper, clothing, plants, hair. I chuckled. I loved my brother, but a year after he had given me the lighter he had been killed by this gangster leader. Ford, my brother, had stolen a mortocycle form him. I had about 15 lighters. And I had all of them with me.
Sundenly, the depressing memory brought me back to my "fuck the world" train of thought. I sighed. Might as well get some sleep. I layed my head down on the window and closed my eyes. No luck with that.
I jerked my head up as the bus jolted violently. I flicked back the cap of the lighter again and held it as close to the handcuff as I could, with out getting burnt myself.
"SHIT!" I shouted as the flame hit my wrist. I dropped my lighter immediately. Damn handcuffs won't melt.
Once again the guard growled, "Shut up!"
I cursed lightly under my breath as I eyed my lighter under the seat in front of me. Good thing it wasn't the one Ford gave me.
After 2 hours and staring out the window, I spotted what looked like holes. Wait, they were holes, and there were boys dressed in orange digging them. I looked up as I realized, "Camp Green Lake is a camp for all boys?" I asked the guard. He nodded, "Your the first girl." Well, this is just peachy.
Why again did I get sent to this camp in the first place? Oh yeah, cause i'm a pyro. Well, there were some other reasons too.
Flashback
"Shane Repp"
Shane stood up quietly and faced the judge. Here father, mother, and her younger brother standing behind her. Her father had a very disapointed face, her mother was crying, and her brother Noah was just had a blank expression on his face.
"How do you plee(a/n:Is that the term for it?? Sp.??)" The judge asked.
"Guilty."
"Now you have a choice. Either you can go to jail, or Camp Green Lake."
Shane leaned forward and eyed the judge.
"Anything but jail." She finally said after a long awkward silence.
The judge slamed down his gavel down, "3 years Camp Green Lake."
End Flashback
"Well, he forgot to mention the part about it being an all boys camp." She mumbled to herself.
Great, she thought. Now i'm speaking to my self. The heat must be really getting to me.
Soon, the bus stopped in front of a filthy looking cabin. If you could call it a cabin. It was more like a shack.
The guard jerked me up by the arm and unlocked the handcuffs. Then he shoved the gun into my back and pushed me to the stairs. When I stepped of the bus I looked around and found a lot of boys staring at me. They all had really ugly orange jumpsuits on.
All the boys started whispering. The guard shoved me into the cabin. It wasn't that big and not that clean either. There was a desk with tons of profiles spread across it, a mini fridge behind the desk, the floor was covered in millions of what looked like sunflower seed shells. Gross I thought as I stepped on one. There was a cowboy sitting at the desk with his feet proped up on it. He seemed be reading my profile.
He looked up and spit some sunflower seed shells into a jar. Then he motioned me to sit in a filthy looking chair. I sat down and glanced up at the cowboy.
He had a pink shirt on. "Shane Repp." He said eyeing me. "I thought you would be a guy. According to your name." I sighed. "Sounds hispanic." Oh, now that made me mad.
"Do I look hispanic to you mister! Since when are hispanics blonde!" I retorted. I felt a sear of pain as he back handed me. If looks could kill, I think I just killed him.
"My name is Mr. Sir. Whenever you speak to me, you will call me by my name. Is that clear."
"Yes, Mr. Sir." I tried to turn my laugh into a cough. What kind of name is that I thought. That is so gay!
"Do you think that's funny?" He asked, standing up.
I frowned, "No Mr. Sir." He walked over to the fridge. "This ain't no girl scout camp." He said as he opened the fridge to revile about 8 bottles of pop. "Understand."
"Never did like girl scouts." I said under my breath.
"Here." He pulled out a bottle of pop. I sat rooted to the chair. He turned his head towards me with raised eyebrows. He asked, "Why didn't you take it." The guard grabbed the bottle out of Mr. Sir's hand and mumbled a thanks.
"Cause it wasn't for me." I replied. He smiled at me.
"Finally, we have a smart one in this camp." He mumbled to himself.
He soon lead me out of that cabin and I followed him into another. This time I saw shelves stacked with nothing but orange jumpsuits, boots, googles, and water containers.
"You get two sets of clothes. One for work the other for relaxation. After 3 days, your work clothes will be washed, your second set becomes your work clothes. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mr. Sir." I stated bluntly.
He pulled down two jumpsuits, a pair of boots, a hat, and googles. He shoved them in my hands.
"Undress."
"What." I asked not believing this guy.
"Am I speakin Chinese, I said undress."
"Not in front of you." I retorted.
Mr. Sir threw up his hands and turned around. Soon I had pulled of myjeans, pulled the jumpsuit on, and tied the sleeves around my waist revieling my plain white tank top.
"You are to dig one hole each day. 5 foot deep, 5 foot in diameter. Your shovel is your measuring stick."
"So, thats what the holes are for," I said.
"The longer it takes you to dig, the longer you'll be out in the hot sun. You need to keep alert for lizards and rattlesnakes."
I raised my eyebrow, "Lizards?" I just loved lizards. I didn't understand how lizards could be dangerous.
"You don't bother them, they won't bother you...usually. Being bit by a rattler ain't the worst thing that can happen to ya. You won't die.." He spat out some shells.
"....usually. But you don't want to get bit by a yellow-spotted lizard. That is the worst thing that can happen to ya."
Great! I thought. Why don't you just introduce Jason and then we will throw a party with all the dumb crap around here. First a gay cowboy, next ugly orange suits, now human killing lizards with yellow spots. What next another gay guy.
Just then a short man that had a huge straw hat on, knee high socks, and had his nose covered with sunscreen walked in.
Whoops, spoke too soon.
"Shane Repp."
"Yeah." I stood up after tying my boots.
"I just want you too know that you may have done some bad things, but that does not make you a bad kid."
Not only is he gay he's too cheery. Sorry Jason, try your luck somewhere else, cause I think not even Freddy could scare this guy.
"I respect you Shane....wait."
He glanced at me.
"Your a girl."
I rolled my eyes, not this crap again. "What you expect a he-she?"
"Welcome to Camp Green Lake." He held out his hand. I shoke it hesitantly.
"I'm Dr. Pendanski, your counsler." Pen-dance-key. Great, not only is he gay, he has a gay name.
"Start that touchy-feely crap, I'm otta here."
Go gay cowboy.
"You'll be in "D" tent. "D" Stands for..."
"Dirt."
"No"
"Dumb"
"No"
"Doopey"
"no"
"Dork"
"No"
"Dick-"
"DILIGENCE!" Ooooohhhhh, I hit a nerve. Cool.
As I followed him past the "mess" hall, we ran into three boys. All of them dressed in orange, one was a white kid with a hat on his head and a tothpick in his mouth and the other two were black. One had really thick glasses on and the other was quit big.
"Hey mom..." At what the kid with glasses called Pendanski I had to laugh.
"Who's the girl?" What did he just say! Oooohhh, watch out glasses, this means revenge. And I know for a fact it's going to include fire. And maybe your hair, hmmmm maybe your blanket too.
"This is Shane. She'll be your new tent mate."
"Pyro." I retorted still glaring at the kid with the glasses.
"Never use my real name. Got it."
The guys looked really impressed. Pendanski put on a face that just shouted "not htis crap again" I had to laugh again. Hey, maybe this place wasn't bad after all.
"This is Rex, Alan, and Theodore."
I smirked. "Hi."
"Yo, my name is X-ray. And that's Squid, that's Armpit."
"Him, he's mom." Squid said nodding over at Pendanski.
"They all have their little nicknames." Pendanski retorted. Then continued, "but I perfer to use the names their parents gave them, the names soceity will regonize them by. Theodore, why don't we show Shane her cot."
I followed and they lead me too a green, really bad smelling tent, with the letter "D" paint on the front.
"Welcome to your new home Shane." Pendanski said as I stood there staring at a matress with a stain on it. Don't wan't know what that was.
"Keep your bed clean." He said. Like it's clean now. I thought very ticked off. Just then two more boys entered. One was hispanic and the other had blonde hair that stuck out weirdly and his eyes were really big. Once in a while they would dart back an forth.
"Hey, I'm Magnet." The hispanic dude said. Then pointed to the blonde dude who kept staring at Shane weirdly. "That's Zigzag." I was staring too. "Hi." I just couldn't help myself. He was just so hot.
Magnet saw this awkward moment and then waved his hand in front of Zigzag's face. This broke his trance and he followed Magnet to the back left corner of the tent. But, as he walked away he would once in a while dart his eyes at me. I thought it was so funny.
"And this..." Pendanski said walking over to a short black kid lying on a cot. He had an afro and was staring up at the ceiling.
"is Zero. Say hello to Shane, Zero." He didn't move.
"Do you want to know why they call him Zero? Cause there's nothing going on in his stupid little head."
Poor kid I thought. He must be the one who gets picked on.
Then, an idea popped into my head. I would make friends with him. Get know him. I bet he felt lonely. That made me more detirmined.
"Did you tell her about the yellow-spotted lizards?" Zigzag asked Pendanski as his eyes got a little bigger.
"Now Ricky. Lets not scare Shane."
"His name's not Ricky. It's Zigzag, all right." X-ray retorted. I liked Zigzag way better then Ricky.
"Theodore will be your mentor. Any questions. ask him." Pendanski Yanked Armpit's hat off.
I glanced over at Zero. He turned on his side so I was looking at his back. Another piece of wood to my burning fire.
Just then I froze. Zigzag was standing there with no shirt. I directed my gaze towards him.
Zero, you dumbass. Shane focous on Zero.
But, I couldn't take my eys off Zigzag. I sighed as I sat on my bed and rested my chin in my hand.
Oh well, screw it for today.
I LOVE ZIGZAG!!!! Ok, now that was long. The longest chapter I ever did. Ok, there is a lot of spelling mistake but i'm to lazy to spellcheck the WHOLE thing, so if ya don't know what the missed spelled word is GUESS! Read and review people!! Stormbringer91