Hey everyone.the first one or two chapters are going to be written in a
first person narrative, and I think I'll eventually switch to 3rd person. I
hope y'all enjoy it, and please review!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Holes, or any of the Hole's characters. I do, however, own the Brodetti Family and the Gillamatti family.
~Chapter 1~
It was a dark stormy night, and I was home all alone. Typical, right? I had just gotten off the phone with my dad, asking him when he would be home. He said within the next hour, so I sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket trying to ease my nervousness. I was just beginning to relax while watching "I Love Lucy" re-runs, when the electricity went out. Once again.how typical.
I sighed, tightly wrapped the blanket around me, and tried to feel my way down to the basement. I finally made it, and acquired 3 brand new bruises on the way by bumping in to every piece of furniture possible. I opened the Breaker Box and was just about to flip the switch when I heard a loud crash above me. I jumped and my heart stopped. I quickly looked at my watch and noticed it had only been 7 minutes since I had talked to my dad. There was no way they could be home already. "Okay, stay calm" I thought to myself, "Something probably just fell, its no big deal". I grabbed my brother's baseball bat though, and slowly and silently worked my way upstairs. I opened the basement door, being extra careful not to let it squeak. I silently made my way through each room of the first floor, when I heard something upstairs. Now, in general, I'm a pretty brave person. But that night, all my courage took over me and I immediately went upstairs. I made my way to my parent's room where I saw a dark figure going through my mom's jewelry boxes. As I made my way farther into the room the lights suddenly flashed on. I immediately knew that it wasn't my father, uncle or anyone else that should be in my house. He jumped and looked up at me. My fear grabbed hold of me and I swung the bat with all of my might, allowing it to make direct contact with the intruder's neck. He collapsed on the spot, and I screamed and ran out of the house as quickly as I could.
I didn't have shoes on and I felt the warm, Alabama grass between my toes. I ran as fast as I could across our all-to-large lawn until I finally made it to my neighbor's house. Breathlessly, I explained what happened and she immediately called the police and my parents.
Fifteen minutes later my house was swarming with cop cars and neighbors. After a "thorough investigation of the premises" one of the police officers asked me to step inside. He calmly explained that in hitting the burglar, I had broken his neck, and ultimately killed him.
"I.what?" I asked, feeling faint.
"I'd like you to come upstairs and see him if you don't mind, we've had some tips that you may know him," the officer replied.
I followed the him up the stairs, noticing how blurry everything had started to become. "I may know him?" I thought, "How could I possibly know him?"
But as I reached my parent's room my fear was confirmed. "Samuel," I whispered, "Oh my God."
"We've received information that you and this boy were friends," the officer explained to me, "Neighbors have reported that he's been here before, and that there is no strange reason that he should have been here tonight. I'm sorry Miss Brodetti, but we're going to have to take you in for questioning."
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Holes, or any of the Hole's characters. I do, however, own the Brodetti Family and the Gillamatti family.
~Chapter 1~
It was a dark stormy night, and I was home all alone. Typical, right? I had just gotten off the phone with my dad, asking him when he would be home. He said within the next hour, so I sat on the couch, wrapped in a blanket trying to ease my nervousness. I was just beginning to relax while watching "I Love Lucy" re-runs, when the electricity went out. Once again.how typical.
I sighed, tightly wrapped the blanket around me, and tried to feel my way down to the basement. I finally made it, and acquired 3 brand new bruises on the way by bumping in to every piece of furniture possible. I opened the Breaker Box and was just about to flip the switch when I heard a loud crash above me. I jumped and my heart stopped. I quickly looked at my watch and noticed it had only been 7 minutes since I had talked to my dad. There was no way they could be home already. "Okay, stay calm" I thought to myself, "Something probably just fell, its no big deal". I grabbed my brother's baseball bat though, and slowly and silently worked my way upstairs. I opened the basement door, being extra careful not to let it squeak. I silently made my way through each room of the first floor, when I heard something upstairs. Now, in general, I'm a pretty brave person. But that night, all my courage took over me and I immediately went upstairs. I made my way to my parent's room where I saw a dark figure going through my mom's jewelry boxes. As I made my way farther into the room the lights suddenly flashed on. I immediately knew that it wasn't my father, uncle or anyone else that should be in my house. He jumped and looked up at me. My fear grabbed hold of me and I swung the bat with all of my might, allowing it to make direct contact with the intruder's neck. He collapsed on the spot, and I screamed and ran out of the house as quickly as I could.
I didn't have shoes on and I felt the warm, Alabama grass between my toes. I ran as fast as I could across our all-to-large lawn until I finally made it to my neighbor's house. Breathlessly, I explained what happened and she immediately called the police and my parents.
Fifteen minutes later my house was swarming with cop cars and neighbors. After a "thorough investigation of the premises" one of the police officers asked me to step inside. He calmly explained that in hitting the burglar, I had broken his neck, and ultimately killed him.
"I.what?" I asked, feeling faint.
"I'd like you to come upstairs and see him if you don't mind, we've had some tips that you may know him," the officer replied.
I followed the him up the stairs, noticing how blurry everything had started to become. "I may know him?" I thought, "How could I possibly know him?"
But as I reached my parent's room my fear was confirmed. "Samuel," I whispered, "Oh my God."
"We've received information that you and this boy were friends," the officer explained to me, "Neighbors have reported that he's been here before, and that there is no strange reason that he should have been here tonight. I'm sorry Miss Brodetti, but we're going to have to take you in for questioning."
