Hello! Welcome to my newest story! I just got done reading about half of the Holes fictions on here, and I now this has been done about 300 times, but just give me a shot okay?

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Disclaimer:: I do not own Holes characters, Louis does. And if you don't know who he is, then why are you even in here? Hello!?

Dedication:: I don't have one. But I will. Next Chapter. I hope. I think. Please god?

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Date:: February 2nd

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Candy stared at the pile of money on her bed.

Six thousand, eight hundred and seventy seven dollars. And sixty-five cents.

That was a lot of money for a 14-year-old to have, and an even larger amount to have stolen in one job. But it was easy. And clean. No muss, no fuss. Just the number and the lovely 'crack' the safe made when it opened. And then the cool feeling of chilled bills. She let the three quarters and two pennies slip between her black fingernails and smiled to herself.

This time tomorrow, she would be gone.

On a plane, a boat, in the back of a freaking dairy truck if she had to. But she wouldn't stay any longer. This place had sucked her in, and wouldn't let her out. It was grimy and dirty, and full of Hookers. The only place she could go without being poked at was St. Mary's, the church down the street, and even they had to close their doors on her some time.

She smiled at herself in the mirror. She was quite pretty, with this eye catching bright blonde hair and hazel eyes. She had crooked teeth, but they weren't bad, they made her look cute and innocent. Two things she was not. Living by yourself for four years had taken it's toll on her, the small thieving jobs she pulled barely got rent. There was only one thing she hated about herself, and that was er name. What kind of evil people would name their child CANDY? Must've been hippies.

"Shit!"

A twenty had somehow slipped its way into the heat vent, and was now flapping around in the scalding air. She leaned over the bed, attempting to snatch it up, when it slipped all the way into the duct. She watched helplessly as it started to curl and burn, emitting a cloud of thick gray smoke. The fire from that single bill caught onto the dirty shag carpet next to the duct, and then climbed onto her dresser.

She was trapped in the middle of a fiery inferno.

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Twitch started twittering madly as the chunky yellow bus pulled up into the circle driveway to take the boys to counseling.

"Dude. it's a friggin bus!"

Squid had to restrain him as he leapt for the doors of the bus. He let out a disappointed squeak and his visor was crushed under the wheels of the two- ton bus. They could barley make out the flattened red and plack scrap.

"See turd, you could be crushed right now," said Zig Zag, pushing him onto the bus and into the front seat, "then who will Squid baby?"

"Aww fuck you man."

"Come on boys, sit down or we'll be late. Dr. Michael's won't like that much will he?"

Mrs. William, the bus driver was pudgy fifty-year-old who was always willing to show you pictures of her children and grand babies. She had this red hair that she seemed to sweep up in a bun that always let fly away stands loose. Her face was smeared with red lipstick and the Maybeliene eye liner that she had bought from the CVS clearance rack. The radio was always set on country, so the boys usually brought along their headphones.

The bus rumbled onto the highway towards the counselor's office and a new destiny for the group.

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Well. right now it's a little slow, I know, but it'll improve next couple of chapters. Thanks for reading, be sure to review and tip your bar tenders!