Responding to Reviews:

tha fonix freeke : Yes this will be a 1/86 couple

Sammeh Teh CheeseCake: Thank you for the nice review. Its true that this starts out one sided romance, but will turn to two sided, eventually.

A.Nonymous: I don't mean to copy "Holes" I just really like that name. And no, Madame Margret will not be making an appearance. It's named after someone completely different.

The girls slowly shuffled into their dark cabin and began to claim their beds, Numbuh Five took a top bunk, Numbuh Three took the one under her, Numbuh 9 chose the bunk next to Numbuh Five on the top, and by default Numbuh 86 took the one under her. Immediately after unpacking her stuff a petite girl with short black hair and green almond shaped eyes jumped off her top bunk and ran to a girl with long blonde hair, streaked pink. The girl was studying herself in a mirror but as soon as the black haired-girl came over she closed the mirror and shoved it in her sleeping bag. The girls exchanged warm greetings, and then lowered their voices to a whisper.

"I'm kinda nervous," The black-haired girl said in a whisper, "My brother told me what happened here and now everyone claims this camp is cursed."

"What curse," Numbuh Nine said loudly, laying her novel down on her pillow and leaning over the side of her bed so as to stare at the two girls.

"Well," The black haired girl started slowly, "A few years ago the camp was divided into two sides that were separated by the lake, a boys side, and a girls side. Margaret Schilling's parents owned the camp and named it after her. She loved this place and came back every year, but soon disaster struck."

Outside a large clap of thunder sounded and immediately all the girls got off their beds and formed a circle on the floor as the girl continued her tragic tale.

"Margaret was extremely beautiful, and of course at the welcome dance when the boys and girls met for the first time, she attracted the eyes of Marc, a young boy who was blinded by her beauty. They fell in love and promised that they would do anything for each other. It was a few weeks later when they decided that just dances were not enough time for them to see each other, they arranged to meet on the beach after lights out, he would row across the lake and meet her In the dead of the night."

"That's so sweet," Numbuh Three chirped in a happy voice.

"It would have been sweet," The black-haired girl said, "If he had survived in time to meet her."

"Wait a second," Numbuh Five said, "Who are you anyway."

"My name is Sandra Little," she said with a flip of her hair, "Now do you mind if I continue my story."

All the girls nodded in perfect synchronization, they were hypnotized by Sandra's words.

"When Marc snuck out to the boat house and silently removed a canoe from the boat house, there was a slight storm brewing, but he didn't care, all he could focus on was Margaret. He was a pretty good canoer, and was confident as he set out into the lake, bound for the beach that lay on the other side. As he got closer to the middle of the lake he became aware that the storm was picking up and creating difficulty for him to keep going, the wind was icy and it chilled him to the bone, it wasn't long after that when he saw the beach, but upon his approach he realized it was rocks, large rocks. The rip tide wouldn't let him go and within seconds his canoe was filling with water, unable to escape the unforgiving black water he went down with his ship. Back on the beach Margaret realized he wasn't coming and without realizing it she waded out into the water calling his name, the rip tide caught her, and she drowned that night. Upon discovering both bodies floating in the water the camp moved the camps together so that nothing like this would ever happen again. Some say that Margaret still remains on the beach and that in the dead of the night you can hear her crying, crying for Marc, her lost love. She won't stop until everyone feels the pain she felt that night when he didn't come"

Suddenly the door opened slowly and in walked a tall blonde girl, she had on a camp Margaret T-shirt and a giant fake smile plastered on her face.

"Okay kids," she said in a light cheery voice, "my name is Jen your camp counselor and its time for you to go to bed.

With a loud moan all the girls disassembled their circle and headed for their own private beds. On the way to her bunk bed Numbuh Nine couldn't help stopping to talk to Sandra.

"Is it true," She whispered softly to the girl.

Sandra stared at her with shocking green eyes.

"God can only hope not," she muttered softly.

As the girls slowly fell asleep Numbuh Nine could swear she heard a girl crying in the distance.