A/N: Thanks for my two reviews! I don't really care about my number of
reviews on this fic, but I just think it would be interesting to write
about poor, neglected Pits.thanks! Armpit doesn't belong to me, however
Katrina does! MWAHA I made her up she's mine! Please read my other Holes
fanfic- Starseed! A lot of this story's about the torture fat people go
through.I'm fat myself, so I know. Poor Pits! Bye! ~*Tinkerbell*~ P.S. This
is Armpit's POV, if you didn't know that.
I guess I was a bit overweight, but that was no reason to hate me, was it?
I tried telling Katrina that, but she wouldn't listen.
"Stinkbomb!" she'd screech. "Go home and cry to your mommy!"
And that's what I did most days.
We'd sit on the sofa, my mom and I, and she'd stroke my head and say, "Theodore, you're not fat. You're just big-boned, like me."
And she'd look into my eyes and smile. My mother was a wonderful, beautiful person. She was my only ray of hope in this cruel world.
I never realized I'd have to leave her soon.
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"Hey fat ass!"
I looked up from my lunch. Fat ass was another term for me.
"Wanna chill with me?"
I stared at Katrina.
Actually, she was quite pretty.
She was African-American, skinny, with deep brown eyes and long eyelashes. All the guys thought she was really hot. Katrina was sort of a slut, though, because she always wore tight, short clothes. She was a major badass, into weed and sex. Also Katrina led her select group of about seven people, guys and girls.
I sighed. "Why?"
"Cuz you're sort of cool. Anyway you could kill anyone with your blubber or knock them out with your smell."
Bitch! I smelled my arm, it didn't smell half bad.
Besides, I'm a lover, not a fighter. My mom taught me to love. In fact, by following the slogan "make love not war", she got pregnant with me.
Of course, she wasn't married, and just had sex with some random guy.
That's how Theodore came about!
"Well?" she gave me a look. "Come or not?"
I inhaled deeply. "What do you want me to do?"
"Come with me. I have plans for you," she said evily, and pulled me away from the lunchroom.
A/N: Slightly longer, tells a bit about Armpit's past.yeah Katrina's responsible for getting Armpit into CGL. At least in this story. Read, review, give meh ideas. ~Tink~
I guess I was a bit overweight, but that was no reason to hate me, was it?
I tried telling Katrina that, but she wouldn't listen.
"Stinkbomb!" she'd screech. "Go home and cry to your mommy!"
And that's what I did most days.
We'd sit on the sofa, my mom and I, and she'd stroke my head and say, "Theodore, you're not fat. You're just big-boned, like me."
And she'd look into my eyes and smile. My mother was a wonderful, beautiful person. She was my only ray of hope in this cruel world.
I never realized I'd have to leave her soon.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey fat ass!"
I looked up from my lunch. Fat ass was another term for me.
"Wanna chill with me?"
I stared at Katrina.
Actually, she was quite pretty.
She was African-American, skinny, with deep brown eyes and long eyelashes. All the guys thought she was really hot. Katrina was sort of a slut, though, because she always wore tight, short clothes. She was a major badass, into weed and sex. Also Katrina led her select group of about seven people, guys and girls.
I sighed. "Why?"
"Cuz you're sort of cool. Anyway you could kill anyone with your blubber or knock them out with your smell."
Bitch! I smelled my arm, it didn't smell half bad.
Besides, I'm a lover, not a fighter. My mom taught me to love. In fact, by following the slogan "make love not war", she got pregnant with me.
Of course, she wasn't married, and just had sex with some random guy.
That's how Theodore came about!
"Well?" she gave me a look. "Come or not?"
I inhaled deeply. "What do you want me to do?"
"Come with me. I have plans for you," she said evily, and pulled me away from the lunchroom.
A/N: Slightly longer, tells a bit about Armpit's past.yeah Katrina's responsible for getting Armpit into CGL. At least in this story. Read, review, give meh ideas. ~Tink~
