Hey everybody! Hey Dr. Nick! My name is Kodiak Winds. And this is the beginning of Urban Jungle. It's based on Holes, but after the boys get sent home when Green Lake is shut down. Of course, I had to add in a girl, no? So, say hello to Bear…O____O Now, onto the;
Authors Note: I do not, in ANY WAY own Holes (book or movie).. The boys belong to the amazing, Louis Sachar. Bear (Sarah) is mine, however, and the idea of the story is also mine.
Prologue: Bears live in jungles?
Bear grumbled as she stalked down the street. A few lamps were lit, even though it was sunset, causing a rather eerie glow onto the girl. She kept kicking the can down the road as she walked. As she rounded the corner, she reached her house, a little white brick bungalow, with black shingles and a large garage. Bear reached down, picked up the can and reached for the doorknob with her other hand. She was tired, gone to the park all day with her friends, and now, it was time to sleep.
"Bear? Sarah? What are you doing?" She froze, nearly melted on the spot. Turning around slowly, she caught sight of a rather…different boy, standing on the sidewalk in front of her house. She knew him, but dared not to reply. He would follow her if she didn't however, so against her better judgment, Sarah groaned.
"Oh, heyo Twitch," She grinned rather sarcastically, holding the can behind her back, "I'm just on my way home. Why?" Eyeing him oddly, Bear shifted her weight, edging towards the door.
Twitch grinned, leaning onto the turquoise car parked in the driveway, "I was just wondering if you wanted to come to the park tomorrow. The other boys will be there, you know. We can throw stuff at—Nice car. But Jaguars are nice, you know," He began to...well…twitch as he examined a pair of keys in his hand.
Sarah mearly nodded. Crunching the can in her large hands, she was getting ready to throw, "Listen, I really gotta go now. See ya later, Twitch." Waving, she walked back inside her house, as Twitch went his own way, down the street, grumbling. He hadn't gotten his answer.
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Perhaps three years ago, give or take a few, Sarah had been walking down the street, after school. She was the runt, geek, nerd. Basically the one picked on. Head hanging low, she nearly walked into the 'popular troop.' Not wanting last weeks rock-throwing incident to occur once more, she dashed off quickly, hiding her face with one of her badly beaten hands.
"I told you to beat them!" Her father boomed, as the weakling slipped inside her house, "They're just gonna keep torturing you like this!"
Slinging her books off her sore shoulders, they dropped onto an old, battered couch in the den. To her father's remark, she said nothing. Overhearing the yelling, her mother sped into the den.
"It's alright, Sarah. We're leaving anyways," She crooned, brushing a strand of curled hair from the hazel-brown eyes the girl had. She gasped slighty, for a bruise had grown on her left cheek, now blue and purple with dead blood, "Let's get you cleaned off."
Sarah followed obediently, into the kitchen. Her father sat in a large, puffy chair, mumbling about the people today. They we're leaving anyways, as her mother put it.
She still watched the open car window. It was caked in dirt, but still able to see outside. The trees leapt by, as though some massive animal was chasing them. She never understood why the popular kids were the worst. It didn't matter. Bear, she would call herself. A new place, a new name, right? As they pulled into the driveway of the white house, she couldn't help but wonder, "I wonder if they're any people in this place.."
That's the end of the prologue. Incase you're wondering, that's sorta my life story. Reviews are welcome, Chapter 1 coming soon.
