This is for everyone who read my Holes FF "Headstrong", I love you guys!! Here is my newest Holes FF, it's not a sequel to Headstrong, but who knows, one could be in the works... (he he) anyhow, here's Easier to Run. Hope you likes!
P.S. The story will be flipping from first person to third person every once in a while.
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Chapter 1 (presented in first person)
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"I'm innocent!" I exclaimed to my best friend Cammie, as I hurled a wad of clothes into my white duffle bag that was planted on my silky pink queen size comforter on my bed.
"I heard you the other fifty times you said it," Cammie said from where she was seated on my window seat.
"I just can't believe they still think I did it. I was just there, I did nothing...I just saw the shooting happen, nothing else," I said, throwing a pair of white flip flops into my bag, my long straight honey brown hair falling across my face, covering up my green eyes.
I guess I could tell you about myself. My name is Brielle Campbell. I'm sixteen years old and live in Dallas, Texas. Until last week, my life was perfect. Then last Sunday, everything changed.
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It all started with my and my boyfriend (excuse me, ex boyfriend) Chase, everything had been going smoothly. Until he wanted to have sex. Of course, I said no. I wasn't ready. He couldn't take no for an answer but he told me he said it was alright. Later on, I was talking to Cammie who said maybe I could just rent some movies and bring them over to his house and we could hang out.
So I headed over to Blockbuster, grabbed a few DVD's (The Perfect Score, Mean Girls, and Drumline) picked up a pack of popcorn and then headed over to Chase's house.
I knocked on his door but I didn't hear anything, so I went on in, since we had been dating for over a year, he had given me a key. I heard a TV from downstairs in his basement so I went on down. But as soon as I got there, I nearly fainted. There was Chase, my supposed boyfriend, doing it with my other best friend Michaela. I dropped the DVD's and the popcorn, they fell to the floor and Chase and Michaela were freaked when they saw me there. Tears filled my eyes and I tore out of there faster then a stampede. I ran off down the street and Chase followed me, calling my name repeatedly. Of course, I didn't listen, just ran. This is how I landed into the worst disaster of my life.
I've never seen a shooting before, only in movies and TV shows. And I've seen fights in movies like The Outsiders and shows like The OC but that's it, never have I actually seen a fight.
There were three big beefy Hispanic guys standing in the middle of the street, with a girl who I recognized from school, she was a freshman named Natalie. She was standing there with her arms wrapped protectively over a boy who was in my 5th grade brother's class, I recognized him as well...he had been at our house a few times, his name was Reese. Natalie was crying to the guys, telling them to leave her and her brother alone. It didn't help, next thing I knew, all the guns fired off. I plugged my ears and closed my eyes. When I opened them, the guys had run off and were nowhere to be found, but I did see Natalie and Reese lying on the ground, blood was around them in a puddle.
"Oh my God," I said, running over to them, I held Reese in my arms while running my hand over Natalie's face.
Next thing I knew, I heard sirens, I turned and two police officers jumped out of their cars, their guns pointed at me.
"Put your hands in the air!" one of the cops screamed at me.
I jumped up and held my hands up, praying to God nothing was going to happen.
What good that did.
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"Where are you going anyway?" Cammie asked.
"The hell if I know," I grumbled, slipping my sky blue IPod into the pocket of the navy blue Adidas hooded sweatshirt I was wearing, "Some camp with a weird name," I said stiffly.
Cammie nodded and then looked out my window, "There's a bus here," she said.
"Great," I said, pulling my duffle bag over my shoulder.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail and pulled on my second white K-Swiss sneaker and then walked out my door, Cammie close behind.
"I'll miss you," she said, pulling me into a hug as we neared my foyer.
"I'll miss you too," I replied, hugging her back.
"Bye," she replied as we walked outside, "Write me ASAP!" she called before running off of our green lawn.
"Bye mom, bye dad," I said to my house, of course no one was home. My parents didn't care about me, they were always out of town. I practically raised myself and my little brother Patton, who was at a friend's house.
I stepped up the steps to the bus, there was a big burly scary looking security guard at the front of the bus.
Security guards are always a good sign.
Thankfully, I wasn't the only girl on the bus, there was one other and a boy at the very back, his fingers clutching the top of the seat in front of him.
The girl looked at me, her warm brown eyes smiling, probably happy there was another girl on the bus.
"Hi," she said as I took a seat across from her, "I'm Kailani Kamala," she said smiling, her long black thick hair falling in her face.
She's Hawaiian, that's awesome.
"Brielle Campbell," I replied with a smile.
"Awesome," she replied.
"So do you have any idea where we are going?" I asked.
"Umm...Camp Green Lake I think,"
I nudged my head towards the guy in the back, "Who is he?"
"I don't know, he did talk to me though, his names Ayden Jeffery,"
"He's a cutie," I said looking back at him. He had on a backwards blue baseball camp and red hair that kept on falling in his face, "Why is he twitching?"
"He shoplifted or something,"
"And you don't know who he is..." I joked.
I looked over and noticed a guitar case.
"You play?" I asked.
Kailani nodded, "I love to,"
"I thought you'd play a ukulele or something," I said.
"So stereotypical," Kailani said and then laughed, "Actually that's what my mom and dad both do, along with my older sister Kiki, I was the only one in my family born here instead of in Hawaii, I grew up around more American based instruments instead of Hawaiian, I'm pretty good too,"
"Is it acoustic or electric?"
"Acoustic," Kailani said.
"That's cool...so what are you here for?"
"You first," Kailani said.
So I told her all about my horrible week and as I concluded she shook her head, "Major, bummer,"
"What about you?"
Kailani sighed, "Well...I lent my old best friend Chelsea my backpack after school last week because she needed the notes since she had been sick. So I gave them to her last Friday and prepared myself to spend a boring night at home since Kiki was at a dance and my parents were at a banquet and they all thought I was going to the skating rink with Chelsea and her boyfriend Josh. Little did I know Chelsea and Josh broke up. She went to his house when he wasn't home with spray paint and she still had my backpack with her, she vandalized his house with words like Jackass and Man whore lives here and then ran off, my backpack was still in his front yard. He saw it and suspected that Chelsea made me do it, and now, here I am. And there were zero alibis saying I was home, I was screwed,"
"Yikes," I winced.
The rest of the trip to Camp Green Lake we talked about everything from music and movies to books and boys.
Suddenly the bus came to a halt, "Everybody up!" the guard called.
Kailani and I stood up, Kailani slung her red duffle bag over her shoulder and slung her guitar bag over her other shoulder and then turned to me, "You might want to take off the hoodie, it's pretty hot," she said.
I sat down my bag and pulled my IPod out of my pocket, handing it to her and then pulling off the hoodie, and revealing my white muscle tank top. I wrapped the hoodie around my waist and hung my bag over my shoulder again and then followed Kailani off the bus.
All the guys eyed us, obviously thinking we were supposed to be guys or something, and then it hit me. Everyone was guys.
"Oh my God," I said.
"What?" Kailani asked.
"We're at a boys detention camp!" I exclaimed.
"Wow," Kailani said, obviously noticing as well. Everybody was walking around what looked like a ghost town with orange jumpsuits.
"You three follow me," the guard said, leading us to a shack.
We stepped inside, thank god, air conditioning.
"Kyle, Brian and Ayden?" a man with a gruffly beard asked through a mouth full of sunflower seeds.
"Kailani and Brielle," Kailani corrected him.
"You're girls?" he asked, looking up at us.
First clue being?
"Yep," I said with a big grin, showing off my pearly white teeth.
"Don't get smart with me young lady. My name is Mr. Sir, you will address me as is that clear?"
The three of us let laughs escape our closed mouths.
"What was that?" Mr. Sir asked.
"Nothing," we wound up saying in unison, closing our mouths.
"Well seeing as two of you are girls, we better put you in a tent together, PENDANSKI!" he yelled.
What's a Pendanski?
"Hello, I'm ready to greet the new campers," a chirpy man with to short of pants and a horrible sunburn and big floppy hat said, bounding into the shack.
Kailani and I returned laughing glances at each other.
Pendanski, I guessed, turned to us and his eyes grew wide, "You're girls?"
Sing a different song.
Suddenly I heard Ayden humming the tune to Mr. Rogers, "It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood..."
"I'm Dr. Pendanski, my name is easy to remember, three simple words Pen, dance and key.
Now that we've got that very important detail covered...
"Okay," Kailani said, chomping on her gum.
"Thank the lord for jumpsuits," Pen-Dance-Key sighed.
"Why?" Ayden and I asked in unison.
"You can't simply wear things like she is," he said, pointing to Kailani's clothes.
I looked she was wearing a red halter that showed off her jeweled pierced belly button, a denim pleated mini skirt and red flip flops.
Kailani rolled her eyes as he led us out of the shack.
"That's the Dining Hall, the showers, the Wreck Room, and the tents," Pen-Dance-Key guided, "Now there is only one rule here, don't upset the Warden,"
"Wouldn't want to mess with him," I said.
"That's not the Warden; Mr. Sir has just been upset since he stopped smoking, you don't mess with the Warden. That's her cabin over there," he said pointing to a nice cabin with shaded trees.
He led us to another shack and dropped heavy jumpsuits and boots into our hands and explained all of the procedures to us.
"Now let's see, Ayden you will be in D-Tent, and Brianna and Kali, you two will be in B-Tent,"
"It's Kailani and Brielle," I said.
"Right," he said and led us into our tent.
"Meet your new tent mates," he said smiling.
The guys turned to us, there eyes grew wide.
"Girls?" a boy with dark brown hair asked.
Don't make me smack you boy.
"Yes, this is Kelly and Britney,"
"Brielle and Kailani," Kailani said, getting annoyed.
"Right, right, girls this is Jesse, Brandon, and Adam," he said.
"Dude, its Dice, Key, and Snake, how many times do we have to go over that?"
"They all have their little nicknames, but I call them by their real names, the ones society will identify them as. I'll let you girls get situated," Pen-Dance-Key said and left the tent.
"That dude has whack job written all over him," Kailani said.
"That's obvious," the guy I recognized as Dice said and walked over to two cots right next to each other, "there are your beds, now we're heading to the Wreck Room, feel free to come on in. Later," Dice said and left followed by Key and Snake.
"This is great," I said, "Eighteen months of this," I said, resting my head in my hands, sinking onto my cot.
I heard footsteps, I looked up at Kailani, "Where are you going?"
"A ton of hot guys in a room playing games, where do you think I'm going?" she asked as if it was obvious, she walked back over to me grabbing my hand and pulling me up with her, "Come on," she said and tugged me out of the tent.
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End of Chapter 1...R&R!