Disclaimer: We don't own Holes. I repeat. We don't own Holes. I repeat
again. We don't own Holes. Got it? Good. However, we DO own Desiree.
Chapter 1- The Arrival
Desiree looked out the window to see a dusty path seemingly leading
to nowhere. She grew puzzled as more and more holes began to appear on
the flat desert-like landscape. She sighed and her mind began to drift back to
that day when she had first been dared to steal some nail polish from her
local drug store. "It'll be easy," her friends said, "just stick it in your purse
when no one is looking and walk out casually." She was nervous as she
walked through the door, but found that it was quite easy to get away
without paying for it.
All the while knowing the terrible thing she was doing, Desiree
continued to shoplift. At first it was only worthless junk, like cheap makeup
or a bar of soap. Then she gradually moved on to more valuable things like
CDs and videos/DVDs. Every time she didn't get caught, she would
challenge herself to something even more expensive than the last thing she
had stolen.
One day Desiree went to the jewelry store to pick up her mother's
watch that she had sent in to be fixed a little while ago. While she was
waiting for the cashier to bring the watch out from the other room, her eye
caught sight of a beautiful diamond sitting on a gold band. It was the most
beautiful ring she had ever seen. Her fingers tingled with enthusiasm. She
grabbed it and was making a run for the door when the cashier came from
the back room. "Oops."
Desiree realized she had forgotten about the watch. Before you could
say "Stanley Yelnats had a no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing great-great
grandfather," the cashier had called the police. Almost as quickly she was in
court being given a choice. The judge told her she could either go to jail or
Camp Green Lake [A/N if you don't know which one she chose.you're a
little slow].
All of the sudden, the bus jerked to a stop. Desiree jumped. She had
been so involved with her dreadful memories that she had forgotten where
she was. The security guard gave her a dirty look as he uncuffed her hands.
Her wrists had grown sore from being so tightly held by the handcuffs that
they each had a bright red ring around them.
As she jumped off the steps and onto the desert she squinted, her eyes
having adjusted to the dark bus as opposed to the unprotected landscape that
lay in front of her.
End of chapter one.
So how was it?? Come on, feel free to criticize...we'll be putting up a chapter two as soon as we can, so maybe you will have more to judge the story on since chapter one was a little short. :-P
STAY TUNED!
Chapter 1- The Arrival
Desiree looked out the window to see a dusty path seemingly leading
to nowhere. She grew puzzled as more and more holes began to appear on
the flat desert-like landscape. She sighed and her mind began to drift back to
that day when she had first been dared to steal some nail polish from her
local drug store. "It'll be easy," her friends said, "just stick it in your purse
when no one is looking and walk out casually." She was nervous as she
walked through the door, but found that it was quite easy to get away
without paying for it.
All the while knowing the terrible thing she was doing, Desiree
continued to shoplift. At first it was only worthless junk, like cheap makeup
or a bar of soap. Then she gradually moved on to more valuable things like
CDs and videos/DVDs. Every time she didn't get caught, she would
challenge herself to something even more expensive than the last thing she
had stolen.
One day Desiree went to the jewelry store to pick up her mother's
watch that she had sent in to be fixed a little while ago. While she was
waiting for the cashier to bring the watch out from the other room, her eye
caught sight of a beautiful diamond sitting on a gold band. It was the most
beautiful ring she had ever seen. Her fingers tingled with enthusiasm. She
grabbed it and was making a run for the door when the cashier came from
the back room. "Oops."
Desiree realized she had forgotten about the watch. Before you could
say "Stanley Yelnats had a no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing great-great
grandfather," the cashier had called the police. Almost as quickly she was in
court being given a choice. The judge told her she could either go to jail or
Camp Green Lake [A/N if you don't know which one she chose.you're a
little slow].
All of the sudden, the bus jerked to a stop. Desiree jumped. She had
been so involved with her dreadful memories that she had forgotten where
she was. The security guard gave her a dirty look as he uncuffed her hands.
Her wrists had grown sore from being so tightly held by the handcuffs that
they each had a bright red ring around them.
As she jumped off the steps and onto the desert she squinted, her eyes
having adjusted to the dark bus as opposed to the unprotected landscape that
lay in front of her.
End of chapter one.
So how was it?? Come on, feel free to criticize...we'll be putting up a chapter two as soon as we can, so maybe you will have more to judge the story on since chapter one was a little short. :-P
STAY TUNED!
