Wow, I got so many reviews, much more than I got for my last fic, which
died. I would like to thank all of my reviewers and give them berry
flavored alfalfa cubes (Dottie's (my horse) favorite treat!) Its so cool
to get reviews from the people who inspired my to write Holes fanfiction!!
Beena-Pani - Thank you so much! I read your story, Sense and Sanity (as well as a few others), and really like it (them)!!! You review means so much to me (considering its my first)!
DramaQueen110 - Thank you for you kind review(s)! I read Messed Up; actually, I was reading it before I checked my reviews. Wow (bugs out eyes {looks crazy}). I didn't come up with the song for Ziggy; I have read about seven stories that were already using it. Like I said, Ziggy wouldn't stop singing the songs as he dug holes in my head.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zigzag. I don't own Squid either (he's not in the story yet, but I thought I might mention that).
Chapter 3 Broken
"So, Ricky, I hear you failed another math test." The tall, hooked nose principle leaned over the desk and glared at the student sitting in front of him.
"Who told you that? How did they know? Their liars! All of them. They only want me kicked out of school! It was planted. The CIA is looking for me. Where are my shorts?" Ricky, who was now twelve years old, said in a rush.
The principle, Mr. Manson, sighed. The only part he understood was the 'Their liars' part. The poor kid. He had been under so much mental stress since he started school. Mr. Manson's eyes skimmed across the file laying open on the desk in front of him. Ever since third grade, the once brilliant students grades had been going down hill. He looked at one note from a Mrs. Mathews, Ricky's third grade teacher.
~*'I don't understand what is going on with Ricky. He used to be at the top of his class in everything. Then, on day he started purposely failing his tests (mind you, as soon as he started to fail, so did Keith Barrenger, who sits behind him). The poor child has lost all his will to pass, and every time someone mentions one of the prep schools for children of academic brilliance, he seems to flinch, and glance around warily. I think it might have something to do with his home life, from what I understand, his mother is taking classes at the collage, and works two or more jobs to support her children, and the father is never home. I believe he is no longer in their life. He gets no support from home, and his older sister enjoys taunting him.'*~
Ricky glanced at the file that Mr. Manson was so interested in. From his vantage point he could see a picture of himself paper clipped to the top of the file, upside-down, of course. Written in (upside-down) bold letters was his name, then more pages of information than he cared to count. And, he didn't remember there being any cameras around when that picture was taken - they had to be using hidden cameras! They WERE watching him. This was really bad. And that crazy principle was reading all that stuff. He bet most of it was privet, and the principle had no right to know about it.
He read a bit of the upside-down writing (hey, he was a genius in hiding, so he can read upside-down). Oh, that explained why Barrenger had started failing soon after Ricky began to intentionally flunk his tests. The little cheat. Well, that explains why Keith didn't sit behind him now, he behind him and to the left two seats. The bully was still stalking his math classes. It was a bit of a coincidences that he had been in every math class from kindergarten up to seventh grade. And they both flunked a grade together! He had to be purposely flunking as well!
Wait, who did Mrs. Mathews know so much about his home life? He had been right, she was watching his every move!
"Ricky, we have reason to believe that the stress of a school environment is to much for you, so we will be moving you into a different class, except for math, you will be staying with Mr. Frostier. From now on, all of you classes will be in portable 6, with Ms. Delray."
No! That portable was where all the *special* kids go, the ones with the above average IQ's, exactly what he had been trying to avoid all his life. They were going to pick his brain, find out how smart he really was, and then send him to a lab to find out what made him tick!
"One more thing before you leave, Ricky. You will be seeing a councilor, Mrs. Dancekey, once a week to talk about how you feel."
Ricky stared, his duel colored eyes wide with horror. "Don't I get a say in the matter? There is no way I am going to spill my feelings to someone who will write everything down and save it to be used against me later."
"Stop being so paranoid. Of course you get a say in the matter. Just take it up with Mrs. Dancekey when you see her, tomorrow. You'd better get going Ricky, the buses are going to leave soon."
Ricky walked out of the office, his eyes still wide. How could this day get any worse?
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Well, there is chapter four; I hope it is longer than the last three. Poor Ricky, you NEVER ask how something could get worse, its bad luck!
Beena-Pani - Thank you so much! I read your story, Sense and Sanity (as well as a few others), and really like it (them)!!! You review means so much to me (considering its my first)!
DramaQueen110 - Thank you for you kind review(s)! I read Messed Up; actually, I was reading it before I checked my reviews. Wow (bugs out eyes {looks crazy}). I didn't come up with the song for Ziggy; I have read about seven stories that were already using it. Like I said, Ziggy wouldn't stop singing the songs as he dug holes in my head.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zigzag. I don't own Squid either (he's not in the story yet, but I thought I might mention that).
Chapter 3 Broken
"So, Ricky, I hear you failed another math test." The tall, hooked nose principle leaned over the desk and glared at the student sitting in front of him.
"Who told you that? How did they know? Their liars! All of them. They only want me kicked out of school! It was planted. The CIA is looking for me. Where are my shorts?" Ricky, who was now twelve years old, said in a rush.
The principle, Mr. Manson, sighed. The only part he understood was the 'Their liars' part. The poor kid. He had been under so much mental stress since he started school. Mr. Manson's eyes skimmed across the file laying open on the desk in front of him. Ever since third grade, the once brilliant students grades had been going down hill. He looked at one note from a Mrs. Mathews, Ricky's third grade teacher.
~*'I don't understand what is going on with Ricky. He used to be at the top of his class in everything. Then, on day he started purposely failing his tests (mind you, as soon as he started to fail, so did Keith Barrenger, who sits behind him). The poor child has lost all his will to pass, and every time someone mentions one of the prep schools for children of academic brilliance, he seems to flinch, and glance around warily. I think it might have something to do with his home life, from what I understand, his mother is taking classes at the collage, and works two or more jobs to support her children, and the father is never home. I believe he is no longer in their life. He gets no support from home, and his older sister enjoys taunting him.'*~
Ricky glanced at the file that Mr. Manson was so interested in. From his vantage point he could see a picture of himself paper clipped to the top of the file, upside-down, of course. Written in (upside-down) bold letters was his name, then more pages of information than he cared to count. And, he didn't remember there being any cameras around when that picture was taken - they had to be using hidden cameras! They WERE watching him. This was really bad. And that crazy principle was reading all that stuff. He bet most of it was privet, and the principle had no right to know about it.
He read a bit of the upside-down writing (hey, he was a genius in hiding, so he can read upside-down). Oh, that explained why Barrenger had started failing soon after Ricky began to intentionally flunk his tests. The little cheat. Well, that explains why Keith didn't sit behind him now, he behind him and to the left two seats. The bully was still stalking his math classes. It was a bit of a coincidences that he had been in every math class from kindergarten up to seventh grade. And they both flunked a grade together! He had to be purposely flunking as well!
Wait, who did Mrs. Mathews know so much about his home life? He had been right, she was watching his every move!
"Ricky, we have reason to believe that the stress of a school environment is to much for you, so we will be moving you into a different class, except for math, you will be staying with Mr. Frostier. From now on, all of you classes will be in portable 6, with Ms. Delray."
No! That portable was where all the *special* kids go, the ones with the above average IQ's, exactly what he had been trying to avoid all his life. They were going to pick his brain, find out how smart he really was, and then send him to a lab to find out what made him tick!
"One more thing before you leave, Ricky. You will be seeing a councilor, Mrs. Dancekey, once a week to talk about how you feel."
Ricky stared, his duel colored eyes wide with horror. "Don't I get a say in the matter? There is no way I am going to spill my feelings to someone who will write everything down and save it to be used against me later."
"Stop being so paranoid. Of course you get a say in the matter. Just take it up with Mrs. Dancekey when you see her, tomorrow. You'd better get going Ricky, the buses are going to leave soon."
Ricky walked out of the office, his eyes still wide. How could this day get any worse?
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Well, there is chapter four; I hope it is longer than the last three. Poor Ricky, you NEVER ask how something could get worse, its bad luck!