Hey all. What's up? This is Cami, and I just wanna thank all my reviewers. However few you were, you were all very encouraging and supportive. Also, I want to ask for you guys' forgiveness in a couple departments. One: In the last chapter I forgot to put in the disclaimer. I don't own Holes, just the girls I've put in the story, and even then I technically don't own them, since they're real-life people, but then again, I did alter their characters a little……so…..I dunno. And Two: My computer decided it wanted to be a little bitchy recently and I haven't been able to get on the internet. I've been reduced to borrowing my mom's cheesy boyfriend's computer. I mean, I appreciate the gesture, I really do, but there's just something about him that freaks me out. Oh, well, it's probably the fact that he's never said a word to me without quoting a verse from the Bible first ( Don't get me wrong. I do believe in God. ) and/or making a reference to Jesus. It's driving me crazy! Anyways, I don't think you guys really wanna hear anything about my pathetic little life, so on with the story.

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"What???? No way!! I'm not gonna spend 24 months in this dinky little ghost town with these……these……animals!" Veronica was now yelling unmercifully at Mr. Pendanski, who was desperately trying to back away. "You can't possibly expect me to stay in a tent, do you? I mean, some of these other girls might not mind – them being of their caliber – but do you know who I am?"

"Yea. You're the girl that gets to spend 24 months in hell with the rest of us little devils."

After sending a couple of serious death glares at Veronica, the girls turned around and – low and behold – there were the 8 boys they had seen earlier. Most of them with smug looks on their faces.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Veronica turned on her heel marched towards the boys, stopping at the one who made the last little comment. Pendanski then ran away like a fat guy running from a treadmill. He had dark skin and was tall, yet shorter than most of the other boys and wore glasses that were so dirty you almost couldn't tell whether he had eyes or not ; almost.

"And what," he began, looking her up and down, grinning , "Can I do for you, little lady?"

All the boys – and even some of the girls – couldn't help but snicker.

"You can help me by staying out of my business!" Veronica yelled in his face.

The boy's face instantly turned from a look of amusement to that of pure annoyance. He stepped closed to her and opened his mouth to say something when suddenly a tall white boy with curly brown hair stepped between the two, facing his friend.

"Not now." The boy muttered, glancing towards the other girls.

"Why not, huh, Caveman? No time like the present." The angry boy stated, still looking at Veronica.

"I agree with.......Caveman." Cami called from her place among the girls, walking up to the three teenagers, "We're gonna be here for 2 whole years. Why start fighting now?"

Giving both boys a glance over, Veronica smiled a small, yet sickly sweet smile at the 8 cautious boys and said, "You're right Cam-Cam. We'll just have to make the best of this situation."

"For the last time, don't call me Cam-Cam." Cami moaned, walking into the tent with the other girls.

"Whatever," Veronica sighed frowning slightly, following her friends, "Let's get changed for dinner."

inside the tent

"Let's get changed for dinner?" Emma repeated, laughing, "You're saying it like we have to get dressed up or something." She was playing her favorite game in the world, hackey sack (AN: is that how it's spelled? Lol). Sarah was the one who originally taught it to her, but – just like everyone else who ever taught Emma how to do anything past the age of 7 did – she soon regretted it.

"More like dressed down." Laura frowned, holding up the 2-sizes-too-big orange jumpsuit that had been put on each of their cots.

"Do we really have to wear this?" Kaitlin mumbled to no one in particular. She as well held it up over her head, staring at it as if it were a giant snake.

Suddenly Michelle burst out laughing uncontrollably. Everyone stared at her for a moment, and after realizing what she was laughing at, they joined in too.

It was Holly. She had tried on her jumpsuit, and it looked as if it had swallowed her whole. The sleeves went down to her knees and she'd fallen down because the pant legs were about 8 inches too long.

Bobbi laughed, "Here. We can switch. I think you got the wrong one anyway."

Holly blushed a bright crimson color and smiled shyly, handing Bobbi her jumpsuit and taking the one she had offered. Holly was really small and really pretty. She didn't really talk all that much, but that doesn't mean she was shy. Once you got to know her, she was really sort of a free spirit. In fact, ever since the day they'd met her, Holly continued to surprise the rest of the girls. In a way, she was a lot like Emma, just not nearly as hyper.

Emma was a totally different story. As far as the girls could remember, there was never a day when she didn't do something crazy or wild. She was one of the most out of control people in the world – in a good way of course. Since her dad was in the army, you'd think she was one of those kids that had serious control issues, but that wasn't Emma's case.

It was, however, Veronica's. Veronica always did have control issues. You didn't have to earn her trust. You had to buy it. Even if did buy her trust she probably wouldn't like you anyway. And if she didn't she told you to your face.

Another one of the girls whose inhibitions were non-existent was Bobbi. She was practically fearless. Practically. She was ironically the strongest, yet most vulnerable person any of the girls had ever met. She amazed them. Even though she played it off as shyness, she took herself for granted. She sometimes thought she wasn't good enough. But she was. She often considered herself useless. But she wasn't. She sometimes said she didn't matter. But she did. And often times, when she made judgments about herself, she was wrong. No matter how many times the girls told her different, and no matter how many times she agreed, she still went back to the way she was once. And with what happened that fateful September night didn't help either.

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flashback

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Bobbi woke with a start. Looking around, she found the source of her awakening to be a loud banging at the door.

Whipping her eyes sleepily, she trudged into the foyer of her large home and opened the door, growing shocked at the vision before her.

There Cami stood, her hair and clothes drenched in rain water from the storm currently roaring. Her bottom lip was quivering and Bobbi noticed her skirt was torn in 3 different places at the bottom and there were scratches on her thighs.

"That son of a bitch." Bobbi muttered, rushing towards her trembling friend and ushering her into her house.

-30 minutes later-

"What did he do?" Holly yelled as soon as the door to Bobbi's house opened.

"Yea, Cami. What?"

"You can tell us, sweetie."

Bobbi had called all the girls and told them what happened. Holly was the last one to get there.

Cami was quietly sitting on the couch looking impishly down at her hands. Bobbi and Michelle were on either side of her.

"You don't have to tell us if you don't want to……just answer us this." Laura said kindly, but simply, "Did he touch you? In anyway?"

Cami's lip began to quiver again, but somehow, she managed to get it out before crying again.

James. Her boyfriend. The guy everyone liked. The guy everyone was friends with. He raped her.

"And he's going to pay." Veronica muttered viciously.

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end flashback

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And so ends the second chapter of out wonderful little story. Ya like the ending? Cliffhangers rock, don't they? ( Incase you can't tell, that's sarcasm, people.) Anyways, if you've seen The Craft, then you probably have a good idea of what's gonna happen next. Oh, yea, I almost forgot. I was wondering if you guys could vote on the pairings for me. I mean, I've read some stories where the parings just don't seem right, and I don't want my story to be like that. Love triangles are not very likely…….but still, they're a possibility. I'm currently contemplating the next chapter, but if no one reviews, there probably won't be one.  Sad – I know – but true. Of course, as always, your feedback is welcome and encouraged. Lots of Love, Cami.