A/N: Here's Stanley's reply to Sam!
Disclaimer:I do not own anything from the novel Holes by Louis Sachar

Dear Sam,

Thanks for the letter. I only ever get mail from my mom, and that doesn't do much for my reputation here at Camp Green Lake. It's nice to hear from someone who isn't completely ashamed of you too. Or from someone that calls you, "my little Stanley" haha.

Do the kids at school really think I'm tough? That's actually pretty ridiculous. I accidentally steal one pair of shoes and I'm and instant Rambo. Maybe I'll act all angry and mean when I get back home. You know, to intimidate everyone. I can see it now: one dark ominous look will send the bullies running, haha.

Well, you got me. Camp Green Lake is definitely no Girl Scout's camp. All we do around here is dig holes everyday. They say it makes a bad boy good. I think all it really does is make a bad boy tired and grimy. You should see my hands, they're so callused, you could stick a pin in them and I wouldn't feel a thing. Our counselors are pretty wild too. Mr. Sir (yes, that's his real name!) is as comforting as a cactus, and Mr. Pendanski is our unlicensed therapist. I'm always tired and thirsty, and I always feel covered in dirt, but it definitely beats jail I suppose.

I'm sorry that I left you partner-less in chem. Sam. But I guess one good thing about leaving home is you. I'm flattered that you like me, and I think the feeling's mutual between us. You're smart, sensitive, and a great listener. I'd like to keep corresponding to get to know you. And let's see what happens. Anything's possible around here, trust me. Have fun in science, and write back soon.

Waiting for your reply,

Stanley aka Caveman

Caveman was glowing at camp. A girl had never professed their feelings to him, but he was glad Sam did it first. She was a great girl; Caveman had admired her for quite some time. The thought of her always made him nervous at school as he'd brush a hand through his unkempt hair. Caveman was no Casanova, but he always tried to bring his a-game to chemistry. And it strangely enough worked.

At last Stanley had someone to miss back home. He had a girl to get back to, a muse to keep his spirits high. Stanley was ecstatic and he couldn't hide it from anyone. He beamed all day, and when the boys of D-tent teased him about his disposition, he didn't even feel discouraged. He was floating, and nothing could bring him down.

Caveman couldn't wait for Sam to write back. He wanted to know more. He yearned for her words. The sweat and the dirt and the grueling labor didn't seem so bad anymore. As a matter of fact, nothing seemed so bad. Orange was his favorite color now, as he gazed upon the assembled clusters of fiery jumpsuits. His favorite letter was S.

No, with Sam back home waiting for him, life was pretty sweet.

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