A series of drabbles explaining the boys in D-Tent, the other dudes in Holes, and a couple of escadapes!

Dedication thingy: To all the people who write such good Holes fiction. This drabble is especially for MissSugarQuill, 'cos I know she loves Squid.


"Mummy…..mummy?" A five year old Alan crawled up to the prone figure on the settee, "Mummy, wake up…."

The bleached-white showed a speck of colour as one eye cracked open. The usually sparkling green was heavily tinted red, and long streaks of mascara snaked down one cheek, "Get outta here Alan," The hoarse voice instructed, "Just get out."

"But mummy….you promised me…."

"Get the hell out!" Stick-thin arms, dark purple veins bulging out, heaved the woman upwards. Black, straw-like hair, unwashed, unkempt, straggled down past her shoulders. Her eyes flashed angrily, and a claw-like hand scrabbled for the nearest item, "Get out of here! You don't care about me, do ya? You're just like your lousy, no-good, dirty father…."

Alan choked back a sob and ran for the door, not hanging back. Glass smashed somewhere behind him, and he could feel red-hot pain trickling down his back. The five year old managed to make it to his room before collapsing onto his bed. He hugged his knees to his chest.

Somewhere in a small, rundown apartment, a small piping voice began to sing.

"Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me…."