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I was going to die. Simple as that. And it would be all of my mother's fault. As of now, it was obvious she hated me, and I hated her.

"I hate you!" I shouted as loud as I could. "You're the worst ever!" I opened one of my dresser drawers and slammed it shut as hard as I could. The slam made the picture frame sitting innocently on top of the dresser fall off, cracking the glass that contained a picture of me and my friends at the Grand Canyon. Letting out a frustrated groan I walked over and picked it up.

"You're supposed to be packing your stuff," said a voice by my door, "not destroying it."

I glanced over to see my brother, Aaron, leaning against the doorframe. "I'm not going to pack because I'm not going."

"According to Mom you are," he said, a grin playing on his lips.

After putting the broken picture frame down I rested my hands on my hips. "No. I'm not," I said defiantly. If my mother thought I was going to spend my summer at a freakin' camp, she'd better think again.

He pushed himself off the doorframe. "It won't be that bad," he said. "There'll be a lot of things to do there, plus you can make more friends."

"I don't want anymore friends," I argued. "I want to enjoy the summer with the friends I already have up in the mountains or down by the beach, not at some...some...some camp."

Aaron rolled his eyes. "Well, Mom seemed pretty dead-set on you going, so I'd start packing if I were you. You are leaving tomorrow."

"And so are you, so why aren't you packing?" I rolled my eyes as I heard our mom's voice. Aaron left the doorway, presumably to go pack his own stuff, only to be replaced by my mom. "Are you finally finished throwing your tantrum?"

"Don't you dare come into my room," I threatened while pointing a manicured finger at her.

"Don't you dare talk to your mother that way," she shot back. "This is my house and I can go where I please."

"Come in here and I'll punch you in your ugly face." Most mothers would probably smack their children upside the head if they ever spoke like that. Not my mom. She let me get away with almost everything and let me have almost anything. She was being more difficult this time, though.

"You should listen to your brother," she said, ignoring my my last statement. "We're leaving around nine in the morning tomorrow."

"You two are maybe, but I'm not."

"Natalia," my mother said in a gentle tone, "I promise you'll have fun there. There'll be other kids there to play with."

"What am I? Two?" I shouted while throwing my hands up in the air. I went across the room and layed down on my bed, grabbing an abandoned Seventeen magazine.

"You haven't seen your aunt in years," she said and took a couple steps into the room.

"Yeah, because the last time I seen her she yelled and spanked me for crying when I fell and scraped up my knees."

"You were crying nonstop-"

"I was six and I scraped my knee!"

My mother huffed and crossed her arms. "Also, if you help out around the camp it'll go toward your community service. You can finished up your hours there with no problem." Instead of answering I continued to flip through the pages of the magazine. "Well, Natalia, you're going and that's final. Pack your stuff or else you'll just go with the clothes you have on your back. Hopefully Lou will teach you some manners."

"Would you get the hell out of my room?" I snapped and threw the magazine at her, which she caught easily. She turned on her heel and exited my room, closing the door a bit harder than normal.

Burying my head in my sheets, I seriously felt like crying. Every year, my friends and I would get together to go on a summer getaway somewhere; Paris, New York City, Bahamas, and so on. Money wasn't an issue.

This year, however, was going to be extremely different if I didn't do something about it. I was running out of ideas, though. Saying I already made reservations and paid for a hotel suite didn't work on my mom, so my next plan was to throw a fit. It almost always worked, but this time my mom was being stubborn.

I pushed myself off the bed and grabbed my Blackberry from my nightstand. And who needs to be taught manners? I thought and rolled my eyes after I punched in a number. I had plenty of manners, but I also knew the Golden Rule: Treat others the way you wanted to be treated. If my mom is going to be a bitch to me, I'll be a bitch right back. It's only fair.

"Hello?" came a male voice from my phone.

"Hey, babe, it's me," I said to my boyfriend, Alex.

"Hey, what's up?" He sounded tired, like he'd just woken up. Which wouldn't surprise me since it was only just a little bit after noon; you'd be lucky to find him out of bed at one.

"I have to tell you something," I said while pacing my room and drumming my fingers on my arm.

"What is it?"

"I know I should've told you this sooner but I only found out a few days ago myself." It was true. Mom waited until four days before I was supposed to leave to tell me. I think she thought I'd run off or something, but I wouldn't have. Or maybe she knew I'd whine and didn't want to hear it. That was probably it.

"Babe, what is it?" he asked again, sounding more alert.

I took a deep breath and told him where I was going for the summer. How I wouldn't be able to see him, along with my friends, for two and a half months. He took it okay, but that didn't ease my nerves. This would be the longest we've been away from each other since we started going out. It wasn't that I didn't trust him...but he is a rather handsome looking guy.

"Like I said, I should've told you soon, but I was hoping I could change Mom's mind," I continued on.

"And it sounds like that didn't work," he chuckled dryly.

I ran my hand through my bleached hair. "I still got until tomorrow, but in case I can't convince her to let me stay, I'm meeting a bunch of friends at Checkers tonight at nine. I want you to come."

"Alright," he agreed. "I'll pick you up around eight-thirty." He paused and let out a soft sigh. "Why does your mom want to send you to this place? What's it called anyway?"

"'Cause she's a stupid bitch," I stated angrily. "It's called Camp Green Lake or something like that." I was considering whether or not I should pack my monokini, because if the lake really was green there was no way I was placing a pedicured toe in that water.

"Well, perhaps I'll be able to visit every so often?" he suggested. "It's not too far off, is it?"

"I'm not sure where this God forsaken place is, but I doubt Lou will let you visit. She's the devil," I said grimly.

"I'll send letters then," he said and I could hear the smile he was wearing. "Everyday."

I grinned. "You can try." She'd probably burn or read them. Or read them then burn them.

"I'll see you tonight then, yeah? Eight-thirty?"

"Eight-thirty." I repeated. "Love you."

"Love you, too, babe."

After I hung up with Alex, I threw my phone on the bed and walked out of my room. It was time to change tactics. I walked down the carpeted hallway with expensive paintings and pictures lining the white walls. My mom's voice came from the master's bedroom at the end after I called out to her.

I walked past the bed and walk-in closet and went into the bathroom. She was lying in the tub with bubbles all around her. Her hair was pinned up and the only lights came from scented candles scattered around the room. When she took these kind of baths it meant she was stressed, and I have a feeling I was the cause of all that stress...

Oh, well.

"Hey, Mom?" I said while I sat down in the chair in front of her white vanity.

"Yes, honey?" She kept her eyes shut and her head layed back.

"I wanted to apologize," I started, "about calling you those things and giving you a hard time."

"It's okay, baby, I know you're upset," she said sweetly.

"I just really, really don't want to go. I'd rather have fun with my friends than stay at a camp with complete strangers." Not to mention your evil sister, I thought but kept that to myself. "And I don't think Lou would care if I came or not."

My mom opened her eyes. "I'm sorry you feel this way, but I promise it's not going to be bad if you change your attitude about it."

"Mom," I said through my teeth, "I don't want to go. Please, let me stay."

An almost inaudible sigh escaped from her and she closed her eyes again. "Have you packed your stuff?"

"No, 'cause I'm not going." I had stood up and my voice was getting louder.

"We'll be leaving around nine tomorrow morning."

I let out a frustrated yell. "Ugh! You're so annoying! If you really felt sorry you would let me stay here! But you know what? I'll go, but only so I don't have to hear your bitching! I'll be miserable everyday out there, but I'll bet you'll be happy since you obviously hate me! Your a horrible person and I don't even consider you my mom!"

As I was yelling, I backed out of the bathroom and was soon in my room once again. I packed, or more like threw, my stuff into three suitcases. All my clothes couldn't fit into those three suitcases so I had to leave half my wardrobe here.

I ignored my mom, or Hannah, and my brother for the rest of the day, not bothering to tell either of them I was going out. Alex picked me up at the time he said he would and about thirteen of my friends met us at Checkers. We all ate burgers, fries, and milkshakes while we sat on the stone tables outside. We were happy, talking and laughing for a few hours, but when we decided it was getting late and should head home, the mood changed. I was glad to note that some of them got teary eyed as they hugged me good-bye. As if their world was going to end while I was away for two months. Who could blame them?

Saying bye to Alex was the hardest. I would miss him more than anyone. We finally parted and I was laying in my bed sooner than I liked. It took me forever to fall asleep. My mind kept racing, hoping that something would happen and I wouldn't have to go.

Nothing happened, though, and I felt like crap as I woke up. Like last night, I ignored Hannah and Aaron when they said something to me. I took my precious time getting ready, definitely not in a hurry to leave. Time seemed to fly by anyway. One minute I was pulling on my hundred dollar designer jeans, next minute I was sitting in the back of Hannah's Rolls Royce. I stared back at our mansion as we drove down the long driveway.

"You be good to your aunt, Natalia, and remember to help out." I didn't say anything so Hannah pressed on. "Call or text me every so often so I know you're alright."

"I won't be alright, I keep telling you that," I finally said, glaring at her through the rearview mirror.

"Yes, you will, Natalia."

"No, I won't, Hannah."

She rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything more.

The silence stretched on as we continued up the busy street. Aaron, who was sitting in the passenger's seat, finally broke it. "Tell Aunt Lou I said hey, by the way."

"Why don't you just come with me?" I grumbled.

"Because I'm going to Ireland," he said and I could hear the grin in his voice.

I clenched my jaw and slightly shook my head. It wasn't fair. Even Aaron was doing something fun this summer. We were dropping him off at the airport, where he'd be meeting his girlfriend, and together they were going across the ocean to Ireland. She always wanted to go so he was taking her for her birthday.

The ride went on in silence yet again. I was expecting to go to the airport to drop Aaron off then be driven to this camp. I wasn't expecting to be dropped off at Black Fox Elementary.

"What're we doing here?" I inquired with my eyebrows furrowed when Hannah rolled to a stop in the parking lot.

"This is where the bus is going to pick you up at," she answered casually.

My eyes widened in an instant. "Um, what did you just say?"

"I'm not exactly sure where Camp Green Lake is and it's too far. So Lou said she'd send a bus to pick you up," she explained.

...

"You've got to be kidding me!"

A/N: Basically this fic is a complete re-do of an old one I used to have posted called Candy Cane. I hope you guys enjoy it! I have pics of what I imagine Natalia, Aaron, and their mom look like on my tumblr if you wanna check them out ( jeskuhhh2jake(dot)tumblr(dot)com )in the Barbie Girl section. Oh, and their mansion so you can see how filthy rich they are. Also if you haven't read it yet, go check out my other Holes fanfic Fuse, and if you've read it be sure to check out the sequel Fuse:Roadtrip. Sooo:

What do you think of Natalia? Like her? Hate her? Snotty brat, isn't she?

What do you think she's done to get community service?

Most importantly, what do you think is gonna happen at Camp Green Lake when she gets there? And after she meets the D-Tent boys? What do you think their opinion on her will be?

Review and tell me what you think! : )