GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS

Summary: When she is kicked out of Green Lakes sister camp - Black River - they can only think of one place to send Chivato (sneak) Arte is Camp Green Lake. Bearing an attitude worse than Hilary Duffs singing, this cynical pyro is ready to leave her mark on Camp Green Lake. There will be a pairing, and it won't be Squid - too cliche'd, it won't be X - I don't really like those pairings - and I don't know other than that. X-Ray and Squid and Magnet are the pairings I see the most, so they're the ones who I have already taken out.

Disclaimer: I own Chivato Arte, because I made her up! Louis Sachar owns Holes...because he made it up!

A/N: I'm definently jumping on the bandwagon - something I really don't want to do - but I'll make it as unique as I can! D Please please be nice. PS - I'm a quote nut, and there'll be quotes concealed in here. People who can find them can have a cameo if they want. I'll always say where I got them from - and what they are - in the next chapter. And the only similarity she has with me is that our eyes are both brown. Booya.

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I did some bad things. Does that make me a bad person? What do you classify a bad person as? If you classify a bad person as a person who commits a crime, you don't look into reasons, you just know they did it, then I'm a bad person.

If you consider a bad person someone who only cares for themself, commited their crime just because they felt like it, all that stuff, then I'm not a bad person. I'm a real good person.

My name - I hate my name - is Chivato Arte. I hate my name. I was unwanted by my parents, or something, because no loving parent would name their child after the spanish word for sneak. Yes, my name is sneak. That's nice, isn't it?

My parent's weren't exactly...loving...they drank themselves into oblivion until I was seven, when they had my brother, Diego. They loved HIM, and completely forgot about me. I spent most of my time over at my cousin - Diamante. She was 23, and always happy to have me over. My life practically ended when I was thirteen, and she was 30. She was on her way home from work, and I was spending my due time at my parents house (I had to go back one week a month.)

Diamante was on the highway, and a joyriding fifteen year old hit her. His name was - according to my mum - Andrew Kailenicci. He got sentenced to a year in juvey jail for joyriding. Nothing about Diamantes death.

I had to go back and live with my parents. It wasn't that bad. Diego was six. He had jet black hair, and warm brown eyes. He was a sweet kid. My parents had careers, and they didn't drink anymore. The good thing was, they were glad to have me, and better yet, they wanted me.

Andrew got out about two monthes before I started high school. He and his buddies were old enough to drive, and as I was walking Diego across the street from our house. They hit us, Diego more than me. He died, I was in the hospital for around two weeks.

There's a woman crying out tonight

Her world has changed

She asks God why

Her only son has died

And now her daughter cries

She can't sleep at night.

It haunted our whole family. No one got in trouble. I had a broken arm and was in a coma for a week. I lost a brother, and no one knows how that feels. I got really really depressed. My parents tried to keep their lives together, but it was hard.

Downtown

Another days for all the suits and ties

Another war to fight

There's no regard for life

How do they sleep at night?

I started high school a grief stricken girl whos height was 5'1, I had brown eyes that used to be beautiful but they were hollow and blank, and I had thick black hair that went halfway down my back. Needless to say, I wasn't very popular.

My previous friends had lived on the other side of town, where Diamante had lived, so they had gone to East High. I was at West. So I was also an outcast.

The only thing that made my high school experience worse - if that was possible - was a certain member of the junior class. Andrew Kailenicci. He made my life hell, and I was especially careful. I had to be.

I began to hate cars. They killed the two people who meant the most to me. In my sophmore year - around two days after I turned 16 - I saw his car. I had a can of spray paint.

That's what got me sent to Black River. A venganza, or vengeance. I spray painted 'Asesino' on his car. Killer. It didn't stop there. On his windshield I spray painted 'GO TO HELL' The cameras outside of school caught me. Then I broke into the car, spilled oil on the seat, and set the car on fire. That fire part is where the nickname 'Spark' came from.

I was sentenced to eighteen monthes at Black River. I served a month before they kicked me out.

In Black River, I was arguing with a girl, and she said "You're brothers such a little bastard you're probably pregnant with his child." I beat the living hell out of her.

How do they sleep at night?

How can we make things right?

Just wanna make this right.

I got sent out of there, and that girl got sent to the hospital. They decided to send me to our brother (why not sister?) came, Camp Green Lake.

I'm here. At 'Camp Green Lake' I hope it doesn't suck.

The guard led me off the bus, and he took me to a gay looking cowboy who held up a folder, and was apparently reading it.

"What kind of name is Chivato?" he asked, staring at me, as he spit out...something, I don't actually know what it was.

"My name." I replied, sounding frigid. I haven't been called Chivato in a long, long time, I've been called Spark. Sometimes I forget my name is Chivato, since for the past month, I've been Spark.

"Yer gonna be in D-Tent - on'y group who doesn't have sexual offenders, they mostly stole and crap like that. Yer counselors Pendanksi. You should know the rules about diggin' and suits. Laudreys done ev'ry three days - this is a bigger camp than Black River..."

Then this - pardon me, but - FREAK walked in. He looked at me, smiling. Then he started.

"Hello Chivato, welcome to Camp Green Lake. I am Dr. Pendanski, your counselor..." I stopped listening by that point.

I miss Black River already.

Dr. Pendanski led me to a big gray tent. He looked inside. "Well, they're not here. It's only 2:00 PM, so they may still be digging. But I figured that Zero would at least be done - " he rambled. And maybe, if this kids name was Zero, maybe I didn't have the most retarded name ever.

Or they had nicknames, too. Then I was screwed.

Just then, this short kid walked up to us. Well, he wasn't THAT short, only around two inches shorter than me. I'm 5'1. So he was 4'11. Not a powerful height.

Pendanski smiled brightly and said cheerily, "Hello, Zero! Say hello to Chivato, she's our new team member!"

Zero just stared at us. He had these really wide eyes, and it was almost like he looked through you when he looked at you. Well, if he was looking through me, all he'd get was "Pens dance with keys! Pens dance with keys!! High Ho the Derry O Pens dance with keys!!" Ah, the wonders of my mind.

I guess he doesn't like me or something, because he didn't say anything. He just walked into the tent. Pendanski told me, "When the other boys get here, tell Brian that he's supposed to be your mentor. Don't bother trying to talk to Zero - he doesn't talk. He's a zero." With that, he left.

I'll try to talk to Zero, anyway.

I wish I'd brought my lifeline, my diamond ring. It was Diamantes engagement ring, from her back-when-Andrew-wasn't-in-my-life fiance, Derek. He told me to take it, he didn't want it back. He figured that I was like her daughter/sister, and I should keep her most cherished possession. Seriously, until May 26th, 2005, when she got her WEDDING ring.

I sat on a cot, and looked over at Zero. "Hey." I said.

"Hey," he whispered quietly. Not a talker, is he?

"What's your name?" I asked. I wanted to know!

"Zero." he said, although it took him a second. If that's his real name, I will personally dance wearing nothing but bikini bottoms and a garter on top of Pendanskis head. He was just lying down on the cot. Just then, six guys walked in. Two african americans - one with grimy glasses, one really...BIG one - three caucasians - one who was REALLY tall (like a foot taller than me) and REALLY intimidating, there was one with a toothpick hanging out of his mouth, and one was twitching incessantly - and lastly, there was a hispanic that had a goatee and was taller than me, like the rest of them.

"Err...hi?" I tried, since they were staring incessantly at me.

"Who're you?" The african american with glasses asked.

"Um..." I didn't know whether to give my nickname or not. I looked expectantly at Zero - the only one I'd spoken to - and he mouthed "Nickname" so I said, "My names Spark."

"Why are you here?"

"Kicked out of the girls camp." I muttered. I don't exactly want to talk about why. It'd lead to talking about my past, my brother, and Andrew Kailenicci, the last three things I wanted to talk about.

"Well, my name's X-Ray, that's Armpit, and Zigzag, Squid, Twitch, and Magnet. You already should know Zero, then. If you don't that's Zero. Did Mom give you a mentor?"

Who's mom? Pendanski, I guess. If you readers don't mind me thinking, their moms must have been very ugly.

"Uhm...yeah...'Brian' but I have no idea who that is." I said. They gestured at Twitch, the one who twitched alot.

"That's me." Twitch stood up and walked over to the cot I was sitting on.

"First things first: What did you get busted for?" X-Ray - the african american with the glasses, apparently the leader - asked me.

"I spray painted a car, then set it on fire, then ran off..." I don't feel like going into that...Twitch suddenly looked mad.

"Why?!" Dude, he looked PISSED right now.

"Why do I need to tell you?"

"Because we always tell why we did a crime." X-Ray said. I really don't want to do this. Oh freaking well, I need to grow up anyway.

"Because the owner killed my cousin and my brother, thus ruining my family and my life." I said sweetly.

"But...why his CAR?" Twitch asked angrily.

"Because he was obsessed. He loved cars. That was what would hurt him the most without hurting a person. I couldn't hurt a person to get back at him, because I'm not like that."

"What was his name?" Zigzag pressed. Why are they so interested?

"Andrew Kailenicci." I snapped, as if his name would kill me. Hell, with my family history, it probably will.

"Wasn't an Andrew put in A-Tent a few weeks ago?"

"Yes."

Andrew?! HERE!?! Or am I just jumping to conclusions?

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