I was so caught up in writing the story that I forgot to put the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Holes or its characters and settings. This disclaimer goes for the whole story, so you won't see it in later chapters.
The Original VC- Thanks for the review. I appreciate the fact that you like the story so far. And don't worry, I'll update as often as possible. But if I don't for some time, remember, I have a life…………..actually, that's a lie so expect updates almost every day.
"Ok, Jordan, so that's the wreck room," began Twitch.
"Everything in there is wrecked," added Zig Zag.
"That's the Mess Hall," continued Twitch.
"It's usually a mess after dinner," Zig Zag interrupted again. At this point, Twitch was staring at Zig Zag as if saying, "I'll kill you if you interrupt again." Zig Zag gave a quick grin, proving he understood.
"And then there's the showers, the bathroom s, and over there, you can refill your canteen," Twitch said, concluding the tour.
"Ok, so, where's the punishment?" I asked, realizing Mr. Sir never said anything about it.
"Oh, well, you've got to dig one hole each day; five feet deep, five feet in diameter. Your shovel is your measuring stick. I'm usually done about an hour after lunch. Twitch takes a while," Zig Zag explained.
"I see," was all I could think of saying.
"Don't worry if you finish late. I mean, one, you're new, and two, you're a girl," he reassured me. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him about two inches close to my face.
"Watch it, buddy. I'm one tough cookie," I growled. He just smiled and gently unclenched my hand.
"You can be cute and pissed off at the same time. Now that's multi-tasking. How old are you? Twelve? Thirteen?" he asked.
"I turn fifteen in a week. I just happen to be short for my age," I replied, coldly turning away from him. I crossed my arms on my chest and looked into the desert. I suddenly realized Twitch had left at some point during our dispute.
"Wanna head to the wreck room?" he asked.
"Sure. Why not?" I followed him into the wreck room, emotionless, with my arms still crossed. I vigilantly looked around before continuing to the old pool table.
"Hey, new girl!" yelled a voice. I looked up and saw it was coming from Squid. "We need a fourth for pool, can you play?"
"Yeah, sure," I said as I took the pool stick offered to me. We were playing Armpit and Magnet.
"You guys break," proposed magnet in his Hispanic accent.
"You take it," Squid commanded. I went to the end of the table and hit the white ball. Two stripped balls went into the corner pockets.
"Split!" I yelled, showing that I knew which balls I had to go after. Although, some comments that were said about me made me really want to go after a different pair. I went to the side to examine my next hit. After a while, me and Squid won.
"You just ran the game on us, dawg," said Armpit.
"Yeah. We didn't get to hit once," said magnet shaking his head in disbelief.
"Nice job, new girl," said X-Ray coming from behind.
"Thanks," I said.
"You've really got to show some emotion. The dirt we dig shows more emotion than you, girl," X-Ray mentioned. The dinner bell suddenly rang and everyone filed out of the cramped room. "Let's go get some grub, boys," said X-Ray, rubbing his hands together. He looked at me and corrected himself. "Oh, sorry. And Jordan."
"That doesn't smell too good," I said, mostly to myself than anybody else. The first boy on kitchen duty had his mouth open and was staring rudely at me. I lifted his jaw to close his mouth. "Stop staring, will ya?" He then snapped back to reality and served some goop that looked like vomit that had been thrown up…twice. When I got to the table I sat at the end next to Zig Zag. "Are we actually supposed to eat this?" I asked poking at the brown stuff on my tray. The only recognizable food was the bread. It looked a little grayish, like concrete and it smelled bad too. But compared to the rest of the stuff, it actually looked appetizing.
"Dude, I swear mine just moved," stated Zig Zag. Even though it looked worse than my great aunt's surprise chowder, which I didn't think was possible, I ate it. I was quiet most of the time while the rest of D-Tent had their little conversations.
"Ladies and gents, I think Carters winning streak is about to come to an end!" said the announcer. "But what's this? Carter passes McGrains at the last possible second! Carter wins and is off to the championships!" The wheels of the go-kart screeched as a blue-eyed beauty took off her helmet and tucked it under her arm.
"Congrats, Carter. You were a worthy opponent. Good Luck at the championships," McGrains congratulated.
"Thanks," she smiled. "I hope to see you again next year."
"Honey, you were great," said a tall, brawny man. "Your parents would have been proud."
"Thanks Uncle George," he said as he kissed her check. She giggled when his bushy mustache tickled her cheek.
"Let's go out and celebrate, shall we?" he said.
"Yes!" The six-year old jumped with joy and they headed out.
"New girl? You alive?" said a faint voice. I snapped out of my trance and looked to see X-Ray, who was seated right in front of me, waving his hand in my face.
"Sorry, I was just thin-" I paused remembering the words of my great grandfather. Girls shouldn't think, that's what I think. The mean, eerie voice sent a chill up my spine.
"So, anyway, what did you do to get sent to Camp Green Lake? An all boys correctional facility?" He asked, realizing I was going to go back to day dreaming. I looked down at my empty tray.
"Murder."