(A/N: I'm back! I just finished my story C'est la vie (check it out) and I had a sudden inspiration to start a new one after watching the Holes movie for the upteenth time. Here's the first chapter to this new fiction, I don't know what anyone will think of it yet. Please review, and all critism is welcome!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Holes
Chapter 1: Rolling With the Punches
My name's Annabel Bond and I'm 15 years old. My parents are both FBI agents, and ever since I was young I wanted to follow in their footsteps. Thus I was enrolled in this program that trains kids starting at age ten to become secret FBI agents. We have to endure harsh routines and go on secret assignments but they're all for a good cause. It's also very top secret and I probably shouldn't have said any of that. So please discard that from your mind.
Anyway, our latest assignment is to go undercover at a juvenile delinquent hall to make sure that everything is legal and there's nothing out of the ordinary going on.
So we choose our destinations out of a cap and get a week to prepare for our stay at the camp. We will have to remain there for at least one month, maybe longer if we find that something suspicious is going on.
My camp was "Camp Green Lake."
'Hey,' I thought to myself, 'this camp doesn't sound too bad.'
Well at least compared to "Juvenile Hall of Dangerous Delinquents," which is what my closest friend Dana got.
"Good luck with those dangerous delinquents," I smirked, waving the name of my camp around as if it was a 100 dollar bill.
"Shut up Anna, hey, maybe there'll be some cute juvie guys there," she said, quirking her eyebrow.
"Yeah, who would just love to go out with you once they finish their thirty years to life for killing their parents," I scoffed. She rolled her eyes at me, then we parted ways to look for our advisors.
My advisors name is Ms. Tanner, a woman in her early thirties who's pretty nice. I've been working with her since my first day, so we've gotten to know each other over time.
"Hey I got Camp Green Lake," I said to her now.
"Okay Anna, let me go get the brochures and packets from Jud," she said. Jud was her boss. "Google the camp on my computer," she called over her shoulder.
"Okay," I said, pulling up the google search site. I typed in "Camp Green Lake" and hit enter. I went to the first site that popped up and read:
'Camp Green Lake is a juvenile camp for delinquents located in Texas. We teach the residents the appropriate consequences for the crime that they commit, along with knowledgeable activities. This is an all boys camp…'
"WHAT?" I exclaimed, jumping away from the computer as if it was going to blow up at any moment.
Just then Ms. Tanner came back with a bunch of papers.
"Okay Anna, here are all the pa-"
"Camp Green Lake is an all boys camp!" I exclaimed, cutting her off. She looked at me.
"I know that Anna, why, is that a problem?" She asked curiously.
"Well yeah, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a girl!" I said loudly. Some of the other trainees and their advisors glanced over at me.
"Well of course I know that, but that's all part of the program. Going undercover and faking identities is very important when training to be an FBI agent. Do you feel like you can't successfully complete this job? Because if you do then-"
"No," I said abruptly, cutting her off once again. I stood up taller. "I could handle the job," I said confidently. One thing I'd never do is admit defeat. "But…how am I going to accomplish this?"
"Okay," Ms. Tanner said, going into work mode. "We're going to disguise you as a boy." I widened my eyes. "Camp Green Lake divides the inmates into five groups, eight kids each. They name the groups by which tent they're in, so A through E. There's an opening in D-Tent, so that's where you'll be." She looked at me expectantly.
"Ooookay," I said slowly, clearly doubting this whole ordeal. Ms. Tanner could tell I was dubious.
"Look Anna, we're hiring the best make up artists out there. They will work with you and we'll just have to roll with the punches," she nodded at me encouragingly. "Don't worry, we'll make it work." She said dismissively, going through the papers and filling out forms. I stood there trying to register this.
Now, I'm by no means a tomboy but I'm also not that much of a girly girl either. I have dark brown hair with natural highlights that ends at the small of my back and two different colored eyes. One's dark blue and the other ones gray. It's quite a conversation starter. You just love it when a cute boy comes up to you and instead of asking for your number he goes, "What's up with your eyes?" So flattering. A good conversation starter nonetheless.
Anyway, I'm pretty scrawny for my age, only 5'3 and while I'm not anorexic skinny I'm also not even close to being considered curvy. I do have a bit of a boyish shape, in a narrow 'boy has yet to hit puberty' kind of way.
Oh yeah, and my boobs are currently non existent so I don't have to worry about them giving me away.
Other than that, I don't know how the hell they're going to make me look like a boy. It seemed nearly impossible but on the other hand I've seen the people around here do some pretty amazing things.
"Oh, and one more thing," Ms. Tanner said, snapping my from my daze. "You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to become romantically linked with any of these boys," she said sternly.
"No worries," I replied coolly. "I'll be dressed like a boy, remember?"
She nodded and went back to shuffling through her papers.
'Ha, fall in love with some delinquent. That's a joke,' I thought to myself, smirking. 'I'd like to see the day…'
