OK here goes my first Holes Fanfic.

Chapter 1

Run, run, run. Go faster, they'll never catch you. These are the exact words that I thought to my self when I decided to steal a shot gun.

I wasn't going to do anything bad with it, like shoot any one. I mean it was gift really, it was. It was going to be for my dad's 48Th birthday. He liked to collect rare items, including rare guns. Well he and I went into some army/navy surplus store just to look around and maybe find my little brother Tyler a cool belt, since his old one broke. But anyway, we walked in and my dad told me to go look for one cause he wanted to check something. We had been to the store plenty of times so I knew exactly where to go, so once I found one I decided to go find my dad. "Dad" I called out.

"Over here Anie"

that was his nickname for me. My really name is Anya, but he had always called me Anie.

So I went over to where his voice was coming from and I found him where all the guns were locked up. "See that double barled one." my Dad said. He had stopped using all the actual names cause he knew that I didn't care. "Yeah" I said.

"Well it's $225.00"

"So" I said "We don't have that kind of money."

"Yes sweetheart, I know"

"Then why are you showing it to me?"

"Well I figured that my birthday is coming up in a few weeks, so i guessed that I'd show it to you."

"Well all I have is $92, I don't think that I can get that much in two weeks Dad."

"well honey it's the thought that counts."

Yeah dad, I thought, use the guilt trick on me you always do. And my dad did. He always said that when he was upset about not getting something. Well at least he always uses it on me since I'm the second youngest. My two older twin brother and sister always fight about everything. Like who will get mom this and who will get dad that or who should by Anya this or Tyler that. So dad never had to use the guilt train. And Tyler is five so he doesn't know how to do anything. Which leaves me for dad to play the guilt stuff on. Our mom was long gone. She left about a year after giving birth to Tyler cause she didn't want to take care of this many kids. Well mom guess what, no one wants to take care of this many kids, but it's a little thing called love. Oh sorry, got a little carried away here. Anyway back to the story.

So we left the store with the belt for Tyler, but I couldn't help thinking to myself, what if I could get that gun for dad. He'd be so happy, but where the heck would i get that kind of money. So three days before my dads birthday, I walked down to the store, and on my way I picked up the heaviest rock that I could find, and put it in my pocket.

I walked in the store and said "hello" to the cashier in what I hoped was a friendly non-up to no good way. I walked around a bit looked at some blue jeans then made my way to the gun shelves. When I was pretty sure that no one was looking I took the rock and smashed it into the glass as hard as I could. Just as I heard foot steps begin to walk in my direction, I grabbed the gun and ducked into another aisle. I tucked the gun in my jacket then began to walk to the front door. I knew that once i was at the doors and outside that would have to make a run for it. I was the fastest kid on our track team so I didn't think that this would be to hard. But the police station was like on block down the road, so if they were called, which I was sure they had been, they I would just try to hide if they began to follow me.

So as I approached the door, in walked to police. "Move aside little girl" the first one said. "Of course officer" I said trying not to sound suspicious. He gave me a funny look then went to the back of the store. So I walked out the door and, as I expected, the buzzer went off and I ran. I ran as hard and fast as I could and went right for my short cut through the woods and past the lake to get home. As I ran threw I remembered all the monster hunting games that my Friend Nick and I used to play when we were really little. But now we're 13 and those kinds of games are for kids Tyler's age. When I passed the small lake I thought to myself, well it's a good thing that you're here, I don't know what I do in my spare time during the summer.

The Texas summers were brutal, during the day would be hotter than anything, but at night they would freeze up. But we live right behind the little lake so it was convenient. Just as I reached the back yard I listened as I heard my dads SUV enter the driveway. I ducked in the back door and went up to my room and out the gun under my my pillow and blankets. I shared a room with my sister Valery and I didn't dare put anything under my bed, she always looked under there to make sure that I didn't put anything under it when I cleaned my side of our room.

"I'm home guys" I heard my dad call "Sorry I'm a bit late the traffic is backed up right in Front of Navy's. I think that there's been a robbery."

Just then the door bell rang and Val went to go answer it. "Uh Dad I think it's for you" she said with a pained tone in her voice. Oh god this can't be them already, it's been like 15 minutes. I looked out the front window and sure enough there were two cop cars in our driveway. "Sr." one of the police men said. Hey that sound strange, it sounds just like the one who told me to move. I peaked out from one of the doors,and there stood the police officer who had said for me to get out of the way.

"Can I help you officer?" my Dad asked.

"Uh Yes Sr. we are looking for your Daughter, the one who didn't answer the door."

"UH right away officer."

Oh this can't be good, I thought, so I quickly changed my shirt and jeans and put my black hair in a bun as I heard my dad begin to come up the stairs. "UH Anya, there's some police here to see you" my dad said. "Here to see me?" I asked

"Uh yeah"

"Why me what did I do?" I said.

"Well I don't know why don't you tell me" my dad said rather impartiality.

So I walked out of my room and downstairs. "Good afternoon officers" I said not looking either one in the eye. "That's her that's the girl the I saw in he store." "Calm down Jones." the second officer said. "Miss. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?" "Go ahead Sr. " I said, " Why don't you take a seat."

So he did, he sat down at our living room table and I sat across from him. "So how is your day going?"

What Kind of question is that" I asked.

"Just the kind that a human asks another human"

"Well I had school, went to the store to look for a new pair of socks for my dad for his birthday, then I came home, and now you guys are here."

"What store were you at?"

"Navy's"

"Did you actually buy anything?"

"NO she didn't, she left with out any bags."

"Jones stop interrupting, now let the girl answer the question."

"No he's right. I did leave with out any bags. I got to the store, looked at some blue jeans for my self, then went to the sock aisle and went to find the kind that my dad liked, but unfortunately they didn't have his size. Then I heard a crash, and figured that I should probably go cause I didn't want to get caught up in the commotion."

"What would you tell us if we could go back to the store and check the video tapes?"

"Go ahead check them, I didn't do anything."

"Wrong answer. We've already checked the tapes. You're guilty"

"Don't you need other kinds of evidence besides tapes?"

"Your right. Sr. do you mind if we check you daughters belongings?"the Officer said to my dad. "Well I don't know what this a bout so go head. Great I thought, now I'm dead for sure.

So of course they went up to my room and found the gun on my bed, and now we are waiting in court three months later just so that I can tell this story again, and get my sentence.