Um…Hi. I know, I know. How long has it been? I'm sorry! Stupid honors English made me read 4 books over the summer and didn't give me time to WRITE. Anyways, no more silly excuses! LET'S GET IT STARTED IN HERE! (I don't own that song )

Disclaimer: I don't own Holes. In fact, I don't own much of anything…that's what this is for ! Oh, and I mention Armageddon, the movie. I don't own that either!

Change Of Plans

Chapter II

Trying to Live

Sweaty. Smelly. Nasty. Grimy.

As the bus rumbled noisily along, I supposed I agreed for the wrong sentence. Even the bus ride to this "Camp Green Lake" was unpleasant. To make it worse, every girl on the yellow vehicle was sweating. Bad odors surrounded my seat. I turned my head to try to ignore the girl muttering complaint after complaint. The sun was setting, sending a sense of peace through my bones.

Then we started seeing these big holes, and this one Emily girl started hyperventilating. She really shouldn't be going to this camp--she needs a mental hospital.

But I really have room to talk. That's why I'm on this bus anyways. I'm mental--at least, that's what my dad said after I chased him around with scissors. Okay, so I lost my temper a little. Anyone else in my position would've done the same if they witnessed all the problems my family contained. Heck, they'd use garden sheers.

Humor me, here.

Anyways, I got arrested, went to trial, and boom, I'm here. It's not like they didn't have evidence against me. The gash I left was large enough.

If I seem mental right now, it's okay. I'm really not crazy at all. It was just that one moment where I snapped! Now I'm ready to scream.

Now this other girl that sits next to me is threatening to blow the bus up. She said something about watching it burn.

Everyone tried to ignore her.

I don't know too much about this camp. Mr. Carten didn't mention too much. But he's a nice guy, it seems. So I'll give him the benefit of the doubt and say this place won't be too horrible.

Then again, it was beginning to look like a scene from Armageddon outside. Holes started popping up, out of nowhere. Shaking my head, I turned away from the window. The teen next to me seemed calmer now, just staring into space. Green eyes lost to dreams of a better place, maybe.

"Oh my God, are those lizards?" Some girl screamed from behind me. Again, I looked out the window to see the problem. The little yellow lizards didn't seem that harmful. What was so dreadful about them?

Although the girl who screamed did look…out of place. Well, for one, she was wearing a skirt. And flip-flops. Fake blonde hair, manicured nails. To a camp? Okay, to your boyfriends. To a party. But a camp?

Thankfully, the bus was getting nearer to the camp. I spotted tents and other buildings I had to presume were part of the scenery.

Actually, it was quite dark now. And there weren't any lights. Finally, the bus came to a stop. An older guy with a cowboy hat attached to his head hopped on the bus, equipped with a flashlight. First shaking Mr. Carten's hand, and talking shortly, he turned to us. The girls. "Welcome to Camp Green Lake, girl scouts! I'm Mr. Sir." A brief suppression of laughter. "It seems as though we have run into a problem with yer tents. Fer sum reason our yella spotted lizards have taken a likin' te yer tents. Fer safety precautions, we'll have te keep ye in the boys' tents tonight. Hopefully this problem will be gone tomorra."

The girls groaned. One girl mumbled a, "what if we're raped?" under her breathe, shaking her head. Then some girls rolled their eyes, like me. "Anyways, I will call ye girls accordin' to the alphabet. I'll begin with Meghan Alandros…" Mr. Sir talked on as I dazed of for the moment--my last name was Russell.

"Um…C-tent will be Christine Michaels, Alexa Minski, Sarah Morgan, Brittney Olde, Colleen Parson, and Jessica Phillips. Now, if you could please follow this young man over here, he will show you his tent."

Now only 14 girls remained on the bus. Including the pyromaniac one and the one that flipped out over the lizards.

"D-tent belongs to Amie Quilltin, Kody Rose," the girl seated next to me stood up, "Emily Richardson, Lindsay Russell…" Party time. It was me. I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder. "…Julie Sanchez, Tabitha Smith, and Crimson Turner. Now if all ya'll would step off the bus, a boy will be there to escort ye to the tent."

We did so, the rest grabbing their bags, and sure enough, there was the boy. Dark-skinned like Crimson, with glasses, but very toned. "Ladies…" He spun around and led us to D-tent.

As we walked, he tried to ignite a conversation. "Well, I'm X-ray, but my real name is Rex., but here we call each other nicknames. You'll see. You girls will be getting them, too. You guys'll be digging with us."

"Digging?" I repeated. X-ray stopped and turned to face toward us.

"Yea…that's what we do 'round here as our punishment. We dig holes. One everyday, five foot deep, five feet in diameter. Anyways, you'll like D-tent. They're cool. Best tent here if you ask me. Well, here we are!" We stopped in front of the sandy tent.

Hello, boys.

[end]

Well, that's it for now. I'm getting tired! (I just marched in a parade. Yay!) I'll be back later with more updates. Lata!

Next Chapter:

Mom finally walked in. "Hello, D-tent! Ladies, I'm Mr. Pendanski, your counselor! I just want you to know that just because you've done some bad tings in the past, that does not--"

"Make you a bad person," All the boys finished. Zig and I high-fived.

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