Cry
Chapter One
[Author's Note: I know you've probably read a million stories of Squid crying and stuff at night, so I'm going to try to make mine as different as possible. hope you like it! Also chapters will get longer as the story goes on.]
Yelling, screaming. Breaking glass. More screaming. Doors slamming. Then it would be over. That's all Squid remembered of his childhood. at least, when the trouble started.
He liked to believe that once his family had been perfect. But he couldn't remember any time when his mother and father hadn't been fighting. That is, before his father left. All good memories of his childhood were erased.
No. No they weren't. Squid could still remember one time, when he was very small, his mother had taken him outside. She held him towards her heart, and she had told him something about the wind. What was it again? Something about the wind blowing all the bad things away. She had told him that when times were rough, the wind could blow all you're troubles away if you stood out there, and threw them out, like she had done with the leaves on the ground.
Then she started to cry, and took him back inside.
Was it true? Was that his only happy memory? If that memory was supposed to be happy, why was his mother crying?
More screams. More slammed doors. More of the fighting at 2 o'clock in the morning. More crying.
But who was that crying? didn't sound like his mother. His father never cried.
Suddenly Squid jerked and sat up in his bed. He was at Camp Greenlake, and it was time to get up. He rubbed his face. Then he suddenly froze. It had been him who was crying.
He got up as casually as he could, wondering if the other boys in his tent noticed. He thought he saw them glancing at him every few minutes. Maybe he was just being paranoid. But that was Zigzag's job.
He came out of the tent without a word, and grabbed his shovel. They were supposed to be getting a new camper today. What was his name? Stanley. Stanley Yelnats he remembered Mr. Sir saying to the Warden.
Squid put on his hat, and went to his spot where he was supposed to be digging. He dug his shovel into the ground, looking frustrated. He tried not to think of the dream he had that night. The dream he had every night. He tried not to think about the other guys seeing him cry.
Squid, cry? HA! Squid would cry when pigs fly! Was what they thought.
Usually.
"YO SQUID!" someone suddenly shouted. It was X-ray.
"Huh? What?"
"You've been spacing out you somethin'." he said.
"Oh... yeah... sorry."
"Nah it's alright. But when the big man Mr. Sir sees you is when it's not alright." he said.
"Yeah." Squid started digging again. As X-ray left, he whispered, "You ok man? Heard you wimbering again."
Squid groaned. "Yeah. I'm fine....allergies."
"All right..." X-Ray walked away.
"What are you looking at?" Squid snapped at one of the new kids, Zero, from his hole next to him.
*
D Tent was ordered to meet the new kid that afternoon. They saw the bus arriving, and alittle while later their tent councellor, Pendenski, was introducing them to him. Pendenski introduced them by their real names, but everyone else told the new kid their nicknames.
The new kid's name was Stanley. He claimed he stole Clyde Livingston's shoes.
"You didn't steal no Clyde Livingston's shoes!" said X-ray.
"He's like, the fasted guy in the majors." said Magnet.
"Did they have red Xs on them?" said the quiet kid, Zero.
"Whoa! You got Zero to talk!" said Squid, acting as normal as possible.
"What else can you do, Zero?" said Armpit. Zero didn't answer.
"I wonder if he has the same problems as I do.... or did..." wondered Squid.
Chapter One
[Author's Note: I know you've probably read a million stories of Squid crying and stuff at night, so I'm going to try to make mine as different as possible. hope you like it! Also chapters will get longer as the story goes on.]
Yelling, screaming. Breaking glass. More screaming. Doors slamming. Then it would be over. That's all Squid remembered of his childhood. at least, when the trouble started.
He liked to believe that once his family had been perfect. But he couldn't remember any time when his mother and father hadn't been fighting. That is, before his father left. All good memories of his childhood were erased.
No. No they weren't. Squid could still remember one time, when he was very small, his mother had taken him outside. She held him towards her heart, and she had told him something about the wind. What was it again? Something about the wind blowing all the bad things away. She had told him that when times were rough, the wind could blow all you're troubles away if you stood out there, and threw them out, like she had done with the leaves on the ground.
Then she started to cry, and took him back inside.
Was it true? Was that his only happy memory? If that memory was supposed to be happy, why was his mother crying?
More screams. More slammed doors. More of the fighting at 2 o'clock in the morning. More crying.
But who was that crying? didn't sound like his mother. His father never cried.
Suddenly Squid jerked and sat up in his bed. He was at Camp Greenlake, and it was time to get up. He rubbed his face. Then he suddenly froze. It had been him who was crying.
He got up as casually as he could, wondering if the other boys in his tent noticed. He thought he saw them glancing at him every few minutes. Maybe he was just being paranoid. But that was Zigzag's job.
He came out of the tent without a word, and grabbed his shovel. They were supposed to be getting a new camper today. What was his name? Stanley. Stanley Yelnats he remembered Mr. Sir saying to the Warden.
Squid put on his hat, and went to his spot where he was supposed to be digging. He dug his shovel into the ground, looking frustrated. He tried not to think of the dream he had that night. The dream he had every night. He tried not to think about the other guys seeing him cry.
Squid, cry? HA! Squid would cry when pigs fly! Was what they thought.
Usually.
"YO SQUID!" someone suddenly shouted. It was X-ray.
"Huh? What?"
"You've been spacing out you somethin'." he said.
"Oh... yeah... sorry."
"Nah it's alright. But when the big man Mr. Sir sees you is when it's not alright." he said.
"Yeah." Squid started digging again. As X-ray left, he whispered, "You ok man? Heard you wimbering again."
Squid groaned. "Yeah. I'm fine....allergies."
"All right..." X-Ray walked away.
"What are you looking at?" Squid snapped at one of the new kids, Zero, from his hole next to him.
*
D Tent was ordered to meet the new kid that afternoon. They saw the bus arriving, and alittle while later their tent councellor, Pendenski, was introducing them to him. Pendenski introduced them by their real names, but everyone else told the new kid their nicknames.
The new kid's name was Stanley. He claimed he stole Clyde Livingston's shoes.
"You didn't steal no Clyde Livingston's shoes!" said X-ray.
"He's like, the fasted guy in the majors." said Magnet.
"Did they have red Xs on them?" said the quiet kid, Zero.
"Whoa! You got Zero to talk!" said Squid, acting as normal as possible.
"What else can you do, Zero?" said Armpit. Zero didn't answer.
"I wonder if he has the same problems as I do.... or did..." wondered Squid.