I don't own Holes..
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"Hey, hey, gimme the lighter," Sean commanded, her bright blue eyes shining with mischief. She snatched her lighter from her friend's hand lighting the Roman candle. She pocketed the lighter as the first went off. It screeched down the street and a loud crack could be heard where it exploded. "Yea-ha!" she yelled slapping hands with her friend. They had been out all night, and she needed the extra excitement. But she got a little too into and began dancing around the street screaming in time with the explosions.
Not soon after, sirens could be heard.
"Ah fuck!" she screamed. Her friend bounding down the hill and into the woods. Sean shook the Roman candle and threw it to the ground, sprinting down the street.
The candle landed facing an old Buick, the beaten up car was rarely used. The candle fired off and sent a spark under the car. As fate had it, some gas had leaked from the fuel line, and the small firework was sitting in it.
Sean hadn't gotten far down the street when the cop car rounded the corner. She jumped onto the sidewalk, running for her life. An explosion escaped and Sean threw herself into a nearby yard. Rolling over and looking back, she could see the old Buick landing on its back, engulfed in flames.
She mumbled profanities under her breath as the police came over dragging her to her feet. "You have the right to remain silent," the officer began.
"Yeah," she cut him off. "But I don't have the ability," she smirked against the car.
The cop whipped her around slamming her back against the vehicle; he began shining a flashlight into her eyes. "Hmm, you eyes look bloodshot. Have you been drinking?"
"Well, gee, officer, your eyes looked glazed. Have you been eating doughnuts?" she quipped.
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"HEY!" someone kicked Sean. "Get up," the guard commanded.
"I'm up, I'm up," Sean said relaxing back into her seat, yawning.
"Now tell me how you got in here again?" Stephanie asked.
Joey O'Brien sighed. "Its not like I haven't told you already."
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"Hell yea!" Joey shouted as she rushed out of the store. Clutching the six pack of O'Doyles' (non-alcoholic beer) tightly she ran to a random car on the street. Reaching her hand inside the opened window, she unlocked it, hopping in. She ripped out the wires underneath the steering console and looked through the wires. "Red, red, red, where's the red? Ah- ha!" she yelled triumphantly grabbing it. "Blue, gray, yellow.... Green!" she said wrapping the two wires around each other.
The engine didn't start. Looking around puzzled Joey questioned, "What the?" The car alarm sounded in a long harsh tone. "Shit!" she said her hands instinctively flying up to her ears. Someone pounded on the window. Joey looked over sheepishly smiling to the officer and waved. He waved his badge in front of her face and opened the car, pulling her out.
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Stephanie laughed. "You dumbass, at least you could've grabbed the good stuff!"
"Hey, shut up man," Sean said from her seat.
"Uh!" Casey said in mock anger. "You stole my word!"
Stephanie shook her head, "Sorry! She wasn't being a smart ass!"
Sean shook her head and leaned back in the seat.
"Yeah! Well your idea wasn't the brightest one in the box, Weave!" Stephanie yelled.
"Oh shut up," she said glaring out the window.
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Casey Wivell glanced around suspiciously in Victoria's Secret. She snooped around and walked over towards the bras hanging on the wall. She glanced over grabbing an orange and pink striped Wonder Bra and turned slowly. Walking towards the exit she heard someone yell. "HEY!"
Casey whirled around and began running backwards. "Whoa!" she shouted, tripping over a table leg and spilling the contents all over herself. She got up, adjusted the leopard thong that hung over her head, and she ran out of the store. ( A/N: Sorry Weave, but here, can you imagine how Mario runs? Yeah, well my friend runs like this.. lol, just think about it! )
Security guards swarmed her after she tripped over a Spencer's Gift bag and landed on the Cricket couch.
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"It wasn't that funny," Casey said looking at her nails.
Sean smiled, "Yeah it was Weave."
"Dude, Kittie's got a point," Stephanie said slapping hands with her friend.
"Yeah, yeah. Why are you here again, Steph?" Joey said imitating an English accent.
"Because she's obsessed with food!" Sean yelled laughing. Holding up her fist for a pound, they both declared "Obese Girls!" Pounding each other's fist and then sprinkled on the other, "Salty." The two laughed as they began to drive past a field of holes.
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"Alright, Freeze!" Stephanie shouted. She pointed out what had seemed to be a gun from inside her shirt pocket. "Now hand over the glazed," she said to the clerk as she gave him the 'crazy eye'.
Everyone had backed away. Either fearing what this little girl was going to do, or contemplating what nut case would rob a Krispy Kreme doughnut shop.
One brave bystander lunged at her. "HEY!" she shouted as he tackled her to the ground. A loud crunch was heard. The customer got off of her and she propped herself up on her elbows, rubbing the back of her head. "Aw, man," she whined pulling a broken candy bar out of her pocket. "You broke my Butterfinger!"
Police surrounded her and she smiled sheepishly up, "Heh, heh, heh. April Fools'?"
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"If that stupid guy didn't tackle me then I would be eating my doughnuts right now," Stephanie said hotly.
"Relax Wreck," Sean says.
"Yeah, calm, child," Joey adds.
"Whoa," Casey says looking out the window.
"Whoa, what?" Stephanie asks.
"Where's a whoa?" Sean asks jumping up and looking around.
"Um, dude, I think she means the holes," Joey says.
"Holes?" Stephanie and Sean ask at the same time. They look at each other and move one finger from a temple towards the other girl, "telepath," they mock smiling.
A few old buildings come into few and the girls get anxious. They start mentally preparing themselves for any abuse they might get, not that they wouldn't defend each other of course.
The bus came to a stop and the guard got off and the four girls walked off into the hot Texas sun.
First off was a short raven-haired girl, her hair flowing with red highlights. She wore a pair of baggy black pants with black timberlands. Her gray shirt had many rabid rabbits on it and it said 'Bunnies'. Her blue gray eyes searched around her new surroundings as the next girl walked off.
Next was a tall brunette with purple streaks throughout her long hair. She had on a pair of dark denim jeans and a khaki belt. She kicked around some dirt with her black and red vans as her green eyes pierced with the contrast of her red quicksilver rash guard shirt.
Then came another short girl with long brown hair. Her blue halter- top fit nicely and she wore tight hip huggers with black high-heeled sandals. She squinted around with brown eyes.
Finally there was a tall brunette with red streaks; her wild hair blew in the breeze as the wind slightly picked up. Wearing a pair of old faded blue jeans with holes in the knees, her blue eyes widened as she looked around in the bright afternoon light. She blue and white vans flopped as she walked off and her tight black tee shirt read her best saying, 'Doesn't play well with others'.
The guard led the four into an office, where a man with a funked up hair cut sat inside, munching on sunflower seeds. He looked up for the clipboards of information he had on them. "Hello girls," he smiled.
They smiled back, thinking that this was going to be easy.
"Welcome to Camp Green Lake. Or Hell on Earth, whichever you prefer," he said.
Their smiles were replaced with frowns as they looked at each other, all of them thinking, 'Uh oh'.
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"Hey, hey, gimme the lighter," Sean commanded, her bright blue eyes shining with mischief. She snatched her lighter from her friend's hand lighting the Roman candle. She pocketed the lighter as the first went off. It screeched down the street and a loud crack could be heard where it exploded. "Yea-ha!" she yelled slapping hands with her friend. They had been out all night, and she needed the extra excitement. But she got a little too into and began dancing around the street screaming in time with the explosions.
Not soon after, sirens could be heard.
"Ah fuck!" she screamed. Her friend bounding down the hill and into the woods. Sean shook the Roman candle and threw it to the ground, sprinting down the street.
The candle landed facing an old Buick, the beaten up car was rarely used. The candle fired off and sent a spark under the car. As fate had it, some gas had leaked from the fuel line, and the small firework was sitting in it.
Sean hadn't gotten far down the street when the cop car rounded the corner. She jumped onto the sidewalk, running for her life. An explosion escaped and Sean threw herself into a nearby yard. Rolling over and looking back, she could see the old Buick landing on its back, engulfed in flames.
She mumbled profanities under her breath as the police came over dragging her to her feet. "You have the right to remain silent," the officer began.
"Yeah," she cut him off. "But I don't have the ability," she smirked against the car.
The cop whipped her around slamming her back against the vehicle; he began shining a flashlight into her eyes. "Hmm, you eyes look bloodshot. Have you been drinking?"
"Well, gee, officer, your eyes looked glazed. Have you been eating doughnuts?" she quipped.
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"HEY!" someone kicked Sean. "Get up," the guard commanded.
"I'm up, I'm up," Sean said relaxing back into her seat, yawning.
"Now tell me how you got in here again?" Stephanie asked.
Joey O'Brien sighed. "Its not like I haven't told you already."
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"Hell yea!" Joey shouted as she rushed out of the store. Clutching the six pack of O'Doyles' (non-alcoholic beer) tightly she ran to a random car on the street. Reaching her hand inside the opened window, she unlocked it, hopping in. She ripped out the wires underneath the steering console and looked through the wires. "Red, red, red, where's the red? Ah- ha!" she yelled triumphantly grabbing it. "Blue, gray, yellow.... Green!" she said wrapping the two wires around each other.
The engine didn't start. Looking around puzzled Joey questioned, "What the?" The car alarm sounded in a long harsh tone. "Shit!" she said her hands instinctively flying up to her ears. Someone pounded on the window. Joey looked over sheepishly smiling to the officer and waved. He waved his badge in front of her face and opened the car, pulling her out.
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Stephanie laughed. "You dumbass, at least you could've grabbed the good stuff!"
"Hey, shut up man," Sean said from her seat.
"Uh!" Casey said in mock anger. "You stole my word!"
Stephanie shook her head, "Sorry! She wasn't being a smart ass!"
Sean shook her head and leaned back in the seat.
"Yeah! Well your idea wasn't the brightest one in the box, Weave!" Stephanie yelled.
"Oh shut up," she said glaring out the window.
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Casey Wivell glanced around suspiciously in Victoria's Secret. She snooped around and walked over towards the bras hanging on the wall. She glanced over grabbing an orange and pink striped Wonder Bra and turned slowly. Walking towards the exit she heard someone yell. "HEY!"
Casey whirled around and began running backwards. "Whoa!" she shouted, tripping over a table leg and spilling the contents all over herself. She got up, adjusted the leopard thong that hung over her head, and she ran out of the store. ( A/N: Sorry Weave, but here, can you imagine how Mario runs? Yeah, well my friend runs like this.. lol, just think about it! )
Security guards swarmed her after she tripped over a Spencer's Gift bag and landed on the Cricket couch.
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"It wasn't that funny," Casey said looking at her nails.
Sean smiled, "Yeah it was Weave."
"Dude, Kittie's got a point," Stephanie said slapping hands with her friend.
"Yeah, yeah. Why are you here again, Steph?" Joey said imitating an English accent.
"Because she's obsessed with food!" Sean yelled laughing. Holding up her fist for a pound, they both declared "Obese Girls!" Pounding each other's fist and then sprinkled on the other, "Salty." The two laughed as they began to drive past a field of holes.
~^^*^^~
"Alright, Freeze!" Stephanie shouted. She pointed out what had seemed to be a gun from inside her shirt pocket. "Now hand over the glazed," she said to the clerk as she gave him the 'crazy eye'.
Everyone had backed away. Either fearing what this little girl was going to do, or contemplating what nut case would rob a Krispy Kreme doughnut shop.
One brave bystander lunged at her. "HEY!" she shouted as he tackled her to the ground. A loud crunch was heard. The customer got off of her and she propped herself up on her elbows, rubbing the back of her head. "Aw, man," she whined pulling a broken candy bar out of her pocket. "You broke my Butterfinger!"
Police surrounded her and she smiled sheepishly up, "Heh, heh, heh. April Fools'?"
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"If that stupid guy didn't tackle me then I would be eating my doughnuts right now," Stephanie said hotly.
"Relax Wreck," Sean says.
"Yeah, calm, child," Joey adds.
"Whoa," Casey says looking out the window.
"Whoa, what?" Stephanie asks.
"Where's a whoa?" Sean asks jumping up and looking around.
"Um, dude, I think she means the holes," Joey says.
"Holes?" Stephanie and Sean ask at the same time. They look at each other and move one finger from a temple towards the other girl, "telepath," they mock smiling.
A few old buildings come into few and the girls get anxious. They start mentally preparing themselves for any abuse they might get, not that they wouldn't defend each other of course.
The bus came to a stop and the guard got off and the four girls walked off into the hot Texas sun.
First off was a short raven-haired girl, her hair flowing with red highlights. She wore a pair of baggy black pants with black timberlands. Her gray shirt had many rabid rabbits on it and it said 'Bunnies'. Her blue gray eyes searched around her new surroundings as the next girl walked off.
Next was a tall brunette with purple streaks throughout her long hair. She had on a pair of dark denim jeans and a khaki belt. She kicked around some dirt with her black and red vans as her green eyes pierced with the contrast of her red quicksilver rash guard shirt.
Then came another short girl with long brown hair. Her blue halter- top fit nicely and she wore tight hip huggers with black high-heeled sandals. She squinted around with brown eyes.
Finally there was a tall brunette with red streaks; her wild hair blew in the breeze as the wind slightly picked up. Wearing a pair of old faded blue jeans with holes in the knees, her blue eyes widened as she looked around in the bright afternoon light. She blue and white vans flopped as she walked off and her tight black tee shirt read her best saying, 'Doesn't play well with others'.
The guard led the four into an office, where a man with a funked up hair cut sat inside, munching on sunflower seeds. He looked up for the clipboards of information he had on them. "Hello girls," he smiled.
They smiled back, thinking that this was going to be easy.
"Welcome to Camp Green Lake. Or Hell on Earth, whichever you prefer," he said.
Their smiles were replaced with frowns as they looked at each other, all of them thinking, 'Uh oh'.