Author's note: Hello! I'm gonna be counting this as my first Fanfic, so please, do have mercy. We have been working with this novel in class. Holes was very often my reading material, and now has become subject to my fanfictionised writing.
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"Are you new here too?" Fatty asked, he was every shade of brown you could imagine, really. He had dark brown hair and vulnerable pools of brown goo for eyes. Even his natural tan - which although pale - hinted to Spanish roots. Looked like I wasn't the only Hispanic.
Stanley. His name was Stanley Yelnats. I had learned that much from the trip to this god forsaken desert. And here the tool was, still prattling on. He had asked that question for a few times, and probably thought I didn't hear him correctly. As if, it wasn't like there was a bunch of other people in this worn bus, and the silence was definitely not deafening enough to cut him off.
I raised my eyebrow at him, then turned to look out the window at the uninspiring view. Sadly, my attempt to shut the one sided conversation was again flushed down the toilet. He just couldn't take a hint.
"Well, I guess you are then," an oblivious smile caused his oversized dimples to show, "I really had no idea that there were girls in the ca-" I cut him off. Grabbing the chauvinistic whale by his collar, I shoved his face in the window. We had arrived.
"Does this" I shoved him a little more as I hissed in his ear, "have any sign that girls are not allowed?"
He tumbled to the ground when I released my hold. "I don't like sexist pigs," I turned to walk away, ignoring his shocked face. I whirled around suddenly, and stared him dead in the eyes. The look I gave him pinned him down. "Stay. The hell. Away. From. Me."
I didn't spare him a final glance as I hopped off the bus.
Author's note: This was basically an intro, so please don't be too upset. I'll be updating in the next few days!
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