A/N- Hi so this is just a little one off one shot for holes, I read the book in English two years ago in first year at high school (im now in 3rd year) and thought I would do a quick one shot.
Disclamer- I do not own holes and don't claim to, enjoy!
Hiya, my name is Stanley, Stanley Yelnats. I recently came home from a detention centre for young adults named Camp Green Lake after being wrongly accused of stealing my the worlds best baseball player (well in my opinion anyway)
Let me tell you a little about myself, me and my family used to be very poor, living off the minimum money available in America but while I was away at Green Lake, my father created a foot and shoe spray to get rid of odour, this provided my family to get a lawyer to get me out of Camp Green Lake and to get my name cleared.
Now let me tell you what I did while I was at the 'Camp'. Every day, we all put on our Orange work overalls and went out to dig huge holes, the size of our shovels in width and height. They was one shovel that was slightly smaller than the others, if you even looked at it with intention to take it you would be beaten alive in the wreck room. Every day I was told that that days hole would be the worst one and every day they were correct, it always got harder and harder.
My best friend ran away and a few days I followed, we found out about the history of Green Lake and the people who used to live there. Then we returned to the Camp, we had decided to face our punishment when I was greeted – slightly confused- by my lawyer who said I could go home.
That's the last few months of my life in a nutshell, I just hope it can all get back to normal now.