camp green lake · holes · stanley yelnats · zero · juvenile detention · survival · friendship · mystery · harsh environment · literary
The sun hammers down on the baked desert floor of Camp Green Lake. Mr. Pendanski leads you toward the D-tent, where the heat distorts the air into a visible shimmer. From the shade, seven boys step out, their eyes sharp and suspicious. I move to the front, adjusting my glasses with a slow, deliberate sneer. "So, who's the newbie?"