AN: This is just my second fanfic and my first fanfic for holes so be brutally honest with reviews. All I know is that this will not be a one shot and there will be other chapters to come. Thanks!

Disclaimer: The characters in this fanfic are not mine. They are the characters of Louis Sachar and I promise to take really good care of them.

"I'm telling you, man. High school is a prison in its self. We're just lucky that we got each other for moral support," a boy with short semi-curly hair said. The boy walking next to him wiped sweat from his forehead, his afro swaying slightly as they walked under the beating hot fireball above them.

Stanley and Hector had just gotten out of their personal hell about six months ago. They had been through a lot in Camp Green Lake; a juvenile detention camp out in the middle of who knows where. Although Camp Green Lake was torture, they got a lot of good things out of it.

First of all, the two boys created a beautiful friendship. Second of all, they finished the job of their ancestors. And last but definitely not least, Stanley Yelnats and Hector Zeroni got money. And not just a ten dollar winning lottery ticket; they won a lot of money. They didn't so much as win the money, but they found it. Well, anyways that's all part of a different epic story. So here they are now. Stanley and Hector walking on a gravel path to boldly do what every human has done before; continue on with life.

The rocks cracked under Stanley and Hector's feet as they slowly made their way to the first day of grade eleven. They had both agreed on watching each other's backs in high school and in life. Stanley wasn't thrilled about going to school, but he was thrilled about meeting new girls at school. Mean while, Hector was reluctant about going to school. This was his very first time going to school and he wasn't sure if he could make it through the whole year. Exams, strict know-it-all teachers, girls and actual novels to read; Hector was feeling nauseous just thinking about it.

Minutes later they arrived at Hillview High School. The front of the school was a bland square shape with two wide doors. There were students gallivanting on the freshly cut roasted grass and a bunch solicit ting the front steps. Hector stood in front of the school his stomach grumbling beneath the buildings shadow. Stanley stood next to him with an indifferent expression on his face.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Stanley murmured.

"Yeah, it's a beauty all right," Hector managed to cough. Stanley smiled warily at Hector.

"You'll be fine, Zero. I taught you everything you needed to know over the summer." Stanley comforted him. "What's an adjective?"

"A word that describes a noun. Something like, ugly school," Hector joked. He felt a little better remembering that he studied a whole lot in the summer. Stanley patted him on the back.

"Yup, you'll do fine. I mean, going to school is for learning, not for showing off your skills in sentence structures."

The school bell rang an annoying clang sound and the students started filing in through the huge doors. Hector and Stanley squeezed themselves in to the crowd of students going in the school. As Stanley entered the door he felt something hit the back of his knee sending his leg crumpling down to the ground.

"WHAT THE…" Stanley turned around to see who had pushed him down. He slowly looked up only to meet eye to eye with his worst enemy. Derrick Dunne was towering over him with an evil smirk on his face. He had a muscular physique and wasn't the little bully Stanley used to remember. Ah, the monster has been through puberty, Stanley cringed.

Hector helped Stanley up to his feet without a problem. He then looked at Stanley questioning him.

"Well if it isn't Fat Stanley," Derrick mocked, "I see you've lost a lot of weight. Did you take LA weight loss or something?" Derrick patted Stanley's stomach. Stanley wobbled back slightly but Hector balanced him.

"Derrick, it's been…awhile," Stanley forced a smile on to his face. He didn't want Hector to know that he was the wimp at school. At his previous school, he was the overweight student that no one liked. Now since he lost a lot of weight from digging holes, he wanted to start anew.

"Yeah, whatever. So who's your friend with the fro?" Derrick asked at the same time ruffling Hector's hair. Hector glared at him. He could've pinned him down now but it was the first day of school and he wanted to give the guy a chance.

"My name's Zer… Hector. I'm Stanley's friend."

"Well hopefully you're not as big as a wimp Stanley is 'cause this school year's going to be long…" Derrick smirked again pushing the two out of his way as he walked to class. Hector looked dubiously at Stanley. Stanley shrugged. This was going to be a long year indeed.

"What did he mean by—"

"Ahem, young men. Don't you think you should be getting to class now?" A formal voice informed them. Stanley looked around him suddenly noticing that the halls were completely empty. Hector nudged Stanley's side and Stanley turned around.

In front of them was a pale man wearing a suit and a frown. Stanley had guessed he was the principle noticing the signature tacky tie. The man had his arms crossed and he tapped his foot waiting for an explanation.

"Oh, sorry. We're new here and we don't know what classes we're in." Stanley explained.

"Names please?"

"I'm Stanley Yelnats." The man took out a pad of paper and a pen starting to write down their names.

"I'm Hector Zeroni." He eyed Hector as he wrote down his name.

"Hector, Stanley, I'm Principle Warwick. Being new to this school is not an excuse for not getting to your classes early. As you know, this is the start of a new school year and there are many new students that have come here to Hillveiw High School. You don't see them standing around and not getting to their classes…do you?" Mr. Warwick lectured.

There was a long moment of silence. Mr. Warwick's eyes bulged out like he just saw a murder happening. "Well, do you?!" he exclaimed. Hector looked up at him with no sign of fear at all.

"Sorry Mr. Warwick. We thought that was a rhetorical question," Hector said. Stanley looked down at Hector. Why is he so scared of being dumb? I don't even know what a rhetorical question is! Mr. Warwick pursed his lips. He then ripped out the piece of paper he was writing on and gave it to Hector and Stanley.

"Welcome to Hillveiw High." The principle grinned. Stanley looked down at the piece of paper. It had his name and Hectors and under their names was the word DETENTION.

So, what'd you think? (flames will be ignored and criticism will be accepted..)