((a/n: here's a lil Holes ficcy I just thought up. Though, knowing me, it'll turn into a much longer fanfic then I intended. Its my first non-HP fanfic. go me! I needed to start varying my fanfics anyhow. no worries though, I will post more for the HP ones I have up, except the kareoke one. I'm thinking of deleting it. though if anyone wants to run with it from where I left off, go ahead just give me credit and don't get made at me if I ever do continue with it on a more serious note or something. I'm pondering writing a Timora Pierce fanficcy too. eh, lets just give this a shot first. enjoy! AND BTW: this is pre-Stanley at greenlake.))
((oi! I own nothing but the plot! don't arrest me! I only borrowed the characters! noooooooooooo! *gets dragged away by police*))
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The boys of D-tent were out on the "lake" digging their daily holes. It was a hot day, just as every other day was. They trudged back from the truck with full bottles of water to dig more. After the truck pulled away and the camp counselor walked off to check on the other campers, Barf Bag hopped out of his hole and slammed his shovel into the hard ground, some how penetrating the surface on contact.
"I can't stand this shit anymore!" he yelled. "What's the point? We just keep digging and digging. Is this really going to turn any of us off our old ways?"
"Calm down Barf," X-ray said as he pulled himself out of his hole. He walked over to Barf bag and looked up at the gangly boy with his jet black hair. Despite all of his time in the sun, Barf Bag was yet to get even a slight tan. His skin was pink but it was slowly turning back to his white skin tone. His camp mates would have named him Vampire if it wasn't for the fact that he got sick violently after each hole he dug. No one understood why he did. He never once complained of feeling sick at all. He even said himself that he never threw up because he was sick. No one ever understood it, but then again, Barf Bag never opened up about it much.
"We know this is pointless," X-ray continued. "But that won't stop them from making us dig more holes. Just don't even bother complaining, your just wasting time, when you could finish today."
"X is right, man" Magnet shouted from his hole. "There's no way out of it. Just get it done."
"Yeah," Barf said as he trudged to his hole, eyes unfocused, thinking.
As X-ray passed Zigzag's hole, on his way back to his own, Zigzag caught his ankle. X stumbled forward a bit but caught his balance before he fell.
"What the hell, man?!"
Zigzag looked up at him and whispered just loud enough for X to hear him. "Barf's planning something. I just know it."
"You think so?" X arched his eyebrow, wondering what the hell Barf could be planning, besides maybe aiming for Mr. Sir next time he threw up.
"Yeah. He was mumbling something last time he watched TV with me. All I made out was something about nighttime and running."
"You think he's gonna run for it?"
"Maybe." Zig shrugged. "He's really thinkin about it though. It gotta be more than just running off. He knows that's no better than Camp any ways."
"I'll ask 'im later." X walked back to his hole thinking about what Zig told him. Could Barf have finally thought of a way out of here? He spoke about leavin before but none of his ideas seemed possible, and definitely not plausible. If he had a way out though, X was definitely going to try it with him.
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((A/N: more soon I promise! so what do you think so far? I thought I'd create a bit more of a character for Barf Bag.))
((oi! I own nothing but the plot! don't arrest me! I only borrowed the characters! noooooooooooo! *gets dragged away by police*))
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The boys of D-tent were out on the "lake" digging their daily holes. It was a hot day, just as every other day was. They trudged back from the truck with full bottles of water to dig more. After the truck pulled away and the camp counselor walked off to check on the other campers, Barf Bag hopped out of his hole and slammed his shovel into the hard ground, some how penetrating the surface on contact.
"I can't stand this shit anymore!" he yelled. "What's the point? We just keep digging and digging. Is this really going to turn any of us off our old ways?"
"Calm down Barf," X-ray said as he pulled himself out of his hole. He walked over to Barf bag and looked up at the gangly boy with his jet black hair. Despite all of his time in the sun, Barf Bag was yet to get even a slight tan. His skin was pink but it was slowly turning back to his white skin tone. His camp mates would have named him Vampire if it wasn't for the fact that he got sick violently after each hole he dug. No one understood why he did. He never once complained of feeling sick at all. He even said himself that he never threw up because he was sick. No one ever understood it, but then again, Barf Bag never opened up about it much.
"We know this is pointless," X-ray continued. "But that won't stop them from making us dig more holes. Just don't even bother complaining, your just wasting time, when you could finish today."
"X is right, man" Magnet shouted from his hole. "There's no way out of it. Just get it done."
"Yeah," Barf said as he trudged to his hole, eyes unfocused, thinking.
As X-ray passed Zigzag's hole, on his way back to his own, Zigzag caught his ankle. X stumbled forward a bit but caught his balance before he fell.
"What the hell, man?!"
Zigzag looked up at him and whispered just loud enough for X to hear him. "Barf's planning something. I just know it."
"You think so?" X arched his eyebrow, wondering what the hell Barf could be planning, besides maybe aiming for Mr. Sir next time he threw up.
"Yeah. He was mumbling something last time he watched TV with me. All I made out was something about nighttime and running."
"You think he's gonna run for it?"
"Maybe." Zig shrugged. "He's really thinkin about it though. It gotta be more than just running off. He knows that's no better than Camp any ways."
"I'll ask 'im later." X walked back to his hole thinking about what Zig told him. Could Barf have finally thought of a way out of here? He spoke about leavin before but none of his ideas seemed possible, and definitely not plausible. If he had a way out though, X was definitely going to try it with him.
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((A/N: more soon I promise! so what do you think so far? I thought I'd create a bit more of a character for Barf Bag.))