Disclaimer: I don't own Holes.

I was beginning to bight my nails again. I always thought it was a nasty habit and it bugged the crap out of me when my friends did it, but now I was being a hypocrite and biting my nails.

I sat there on the floor nervous and on-edge, and everyone there could sense that if they said the wrong thing to me, I would pounce on them. My eyes darted every which way as the others carefully avoided eye contact with me. That was probably the best thing to do. After all, I had done the most nerve-wracking I would ever do in my high school career. I had a right to bight my nails today.

"Hello there." I said cheerfully as I had walked into the room. They had looked at me pleasantly and gave me a fake smile as if they were really happy to see me. I knew as well as everybody else sitting in the hall outside though that they just wanted to get my audition over with and go on to the next one so they could finish this torturous process. It was a long day for them, and I was just another headshot.

So I did my monologue and I sang my song and that was that. I had turned around to the door discouraged, but they informed me I would be coming to callbacks the next day.

Callbacks were over now, and I was patiently waiting for the list to come out to see if I had a part or not. I stared at the group of drama nerds talking in the corner. They were the people that did the play every year. It's kind of a lie to call them nerds, because they were in fact the "cool people" of the school. You know, the beautiful girls that got bad highlights regularly and shopped at their local Banana Republic religiously, and there were those guys that got all the chicks. People that Alan had hung out with before he had disappeared, but he hadn't been a complete reflection of them.

I missed him, and the thought of him made me sad. Where had he gone?

I stared back at the floor, feeling a little bit less nervous and more depressed than anything. It had been a little over half a year since the last time I saw him, and nobody knew where he had gone. I had personally wanted to ask his mother where he was, but everyone knew she was the town drunk and wasn't exactly reliable. Lord knows where his father was though. Alan had been my boyfriend for almost a year and I hadn't even seen his father. Alan didn't want to talk about him though, and we left it at that.

"Hey girl!" said a sweet voice on my left. Typical, I though. It was Jenna with some of her minions following her.

"Hi." I said a little less enthusiastically. She was going to ask about Alan. I knew it.

"So…," she said as she sat down, throwing her long, silky hair over her shoulder, "whatcha doin'?"

"Oh," I said, refraining myself from rolling my eyes, "nothing." I smiled at her, putting on a show for everyone to see. Although she hadn't asked about Alan right off, I knew she going to next.

She smiled back at me, pretending she cared. "Hey," she said, "have you heard from Alan at all? We really miss seeing him, and I know he misses us."

Yeah, I thought, if he really did miss you, wouldn't he call you or something, letting you know he cared? After all, he hadn't even tried to make contact with me at all, and we had been best friends. "No, I'm sure of where he is."

She sighed, looking concerned. "Oh, that's too bad. Well…let me know if you hear from him. Kay?"

I nodded, not caring anymore. "Sure."

She walked away, smoothing down her hair back to the group she so desperately cleaved to. They were nice, but elitist. They knew it too, and it never bothered them for a minute.

I couldn't forget the day Alan told me he was leaving me for someone else. Little did I know that day that he was also leaving this hick town, and wasn't ever going to be heard of again. I guess that slipped his mind, or hadn't been telling me the truth in the first place. Whatever the circumstances, I had regretted saying the things I said to him that I did every day since he said good bye to me. I just wanted him home, and I wanted to hold him again. He had left a huge, empty void in my life, and now, I had no one but my best friend Roxanne. She was the only that consoled with me, rather than suspecting me of murdering him like everyone else in this pathetic town did. Everyone knew for sure though that he was gone, and he left without a trace.

I came back to realty, noticing that everyone was rushing to the door that led into the choir room. I guess while I had been deep in thought they had posted the play list up. My heart started pounding again.

I pushed my way though the crowd and looked at the list. Of course, Jenna gotten the lead, but I kept readingdown.

I saw my name. I got a part. And Alan wasn't the first thing on my mind anymore.

A/N All right, that's the first chapter. There's kind of a prelude to this, one of my other ficlets called Regret Your Goodbye. You don't have to read it though to make sense of this story, but if you want to, go right ahead!

So, I'm just a little bit tired of Girl goes to CGL stories, and I wanted to do something different. So…I really hope you liked this, and please, PLEASE review. Okay, bye.