Yay! Another chapter by a wonderful group of neighborly friends.if that
makes any sense.
Disclaimer: It's common knowledge that Holes is owned by Louis Sachar, as well as all of the characters in his story. We aren't denying this! The only character we own is Desiree!
Sorry, there were a few typos in the last chapter; hopefully this one will be better. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chapter 2- Welcome to CGL
The guard shoved Desiree towards a cabin in the distance.
She decided to do what he implied after carefully considering the
fact that he had a gun neatly fitted in a decorative holster which he
could very easily access if he wanted to.
The heat rising up from the sand made Desiree feel sleepy,
but she was sure that far away, she could see people digging
something. Looking away from them, she saw a man coming out
of the cabin a few yards away from her. A rush of cold air felt
good on Desiree's face and she smiled, but it didn't last long
enough. The cabin door closed and all at once, the wind was gone.
Desiree's smile quickly faded and she sighed in disappointment for
the second time in one day. Her attention focused again on the
man. He was carrying two orange jumpsuits under his arm along
with- - - a soda! Desiree's mouth watered. She hadn't had a soda,
let alone anything to drink, in eight hours. Before the man spoke he
popped open the drink and, much to her disappointment, took a
good long swig. He cleared his throat.
"Welcome to Camp Green Lake, Miss Ramiro."
Desiree just nodded. She was still watching the icy drops of
condensation slowly fall from the soda can (even though now it
was only half full) to the hot ground, where they instantly
evaporated. However, the next thing he said caused her to look up
and choke down an incredible urge to laugh. "I'm Mr. Sir," he
said. A funny memory flooded her brain.
*Flashback*
It was the first day of school. All of the new sixth graders sat in
their first period classrooms awaiting their new teachers and
schedules. The room became silent as everyone saw their new
Social Studies teacher. He was an older man, probably in his fifty's
or sixty's. Desiree watched with the others as he wrote his name on
the board.
"Hello class, my name is Mr. Mann."
*End of flashback*
She chuckled. All of the kids in Mr. Mann's first period
class (including Desiree) had purposely spelled his name wrong for
the first few months of school. However, after all of the
ferociously immature little sixth graders [A/N lol at least that's
what I think of them.no offense meant!] got over his name, they
all began to realize what a good teacher he was. Desiree hoped that
this Mr. Sir would be the same way.
She was wrong. "What're ye laughin at, girlie?" growled Mr.
Sir, "ye think my name's funny, eh? Never heard a name like that
before, Desi- whatever yer name is?"
"Actually, one of my teachers in sixth grade was named Mr-
----" but she was cut off.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YER SIXTH GRADE
TEACHER'S NAME WAS! Now, you will always address me
using my name, no exceptions, is that clear?"
"Crystal, Mr. Sir."
"Don't get smart with me girl! Anywho, It'll be me laughin
'stead 'o you when ye find out who yeh'll be sharing a tent with."
"What do you mean by that-Mr. Sir," a slightly confused
Desiree added quickly. "Never mind," said Mr. Sir, pushing the
topic away, "Anyway, here's the deal. Ye get two sets of clothes,
one fer work and one fer relaxation. Laundry is done every three
days."
"What kind of-?"
"Work? Every day- that includes the weekends- ye have to
dig a five by five hole. That's FEET I'm talking about, got it? Five
feet in every direction. Yer shovel will be yer measuring stick."
Desiree took the orange jumpsuits from Mr. Sir without a
word; she knew better than to comment on how ugly they were in
front of him. "Your counselor will cover the rest-ah, here's the
dope himself," said Mr. Sir, nodding to a man walking towards
them, just out of earshot.
Desiree didn't think that was very nice of him to say about a
fellow staff member, but she was ashamed of herself to find that
she more than agreed with what Mr. Sir said.
"Hello, Desiree, I'm Mr. Pendanski- my name is easy to
remember, just three simple words: pen, dance, key."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ok this chapter was much longer than the first one, so maybe now it'll be easier to judge the story. R+R--- Pretty Please?
hey, did anyone know that Desiree's last name, Ramiro, means supreme judge?? That's the funnest thing in the world to do (
o yea, sorry we kinda made Mr. Sir sound like Hagrid...
Disclaimer: It's common knowledge that Holes is owned by Louis Sachar, as well as all of the characters in his story. We aren't denying this! The only character we own is Desiree!
Sorry, there were a few typos in the last chapter; hopefully this one will be better. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Chapter 2- Welcome to CGL
The guard shoved Desiree towards a cabin in the distance.
She decided to do what he implied after carefully considering the
fact that he had a gun neatly fitted in a decorative holster which he
could very easily access if he wanted to.
The heat rising up from the sand made Desiree feel sleepy,
but she was sure that far away, she could see people digging
something. Looking away from them, she saw a man coming out
of the cabin a few yards away from her. A rush of cold air felt
good on Desiree's face and she smiled, but it didn't last long
enough. The cabin door closed and all at once, the wind was gone.
Desiree's smile quickly faded and she sighed in disappointment for
the second time in one day. Her attention focused again on the
man. He was carrying two orange jumpsuits under his arm along
with- - - a soda! Desiree's mouth watered. She hadn't had a soda,
let alone anything to drink, in eight hours. Before the man spoke he
popped open the drink and, much to her disappointment, took a
good long swig. He cleared his throat.
"Welcome to Camp Green Lake, Miss Ramiro."
Desiree just nodded. She was still watching the icy drops of
condensation slowly fall from the soda can (even though now it
was only half full) to the hot ground, where they instantly
evaporated. However, the next thing he said caused her to look up
and choke down an incredible urge to laugh. "I'm Mr. Sir," he
said. A funny memory flooded her brain.
*Flashback*
It was the first day of school. All of the new sixth graders sat in
their first period classrooms awaiting their new teachers and
schedules. The room became silent as everyone saw their new
Social Studies teacher. He was an older man, probably in his fifty's
or sixty's. Desiree watched with the others as he wrote his name on
the board.
"Hello class, my name is Mr. Mann."
*End of flashback*
She chuckled. All of the kids in Mr. Mann's first period
class (including Desiree) had purposely spelled his name wrong for
the first few months of school. However, after all of the
ferociously immature little sixth graders [A/N lol at least that's
what I think of them.no offense meant!] got over his name, they
all began to realize what a good teacher he was. Desiree hoped that
this Mr. Sir would be the same way.
She was wrong. "What're ye laughin at, girlie?" growled Mr.
Sir, "ye think my name's funny, eh? Never heard a name like that
before, Desi- whatever yer name is?"
"Actually, one of my teachers in sixth grade was named Mr-
----" but she was cut off.
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YER SIXTH GRADE
TEACHER'S NAME WAS! Now, you will always address me
using my name, no exceptions, is that clear?"
"Crystal, Mr. Sir."
"Don't get smart with me girl! Anywho, It'll be me laughin
'stead 'o you when ye find out who yeh'll be sharing a tent with."
"What do you mean by that-Mr. Sir," a slightly confused
Desiree added quickly. "Never mind," said Mr. Sir, pushing the
topic away, "Anyway, here's the deal. Ye get two sets of clothes,
one fer work and one fer relaxation. Laundry is done every three
days."
"What kind of-?"
"Work? Every day- that includes the weekends- ye have to
dig a five by five hole. That's FEET I'm talking about, got it? Five
feet in every direction. Yer shovel will be yer measuring stick."
Desiree took the orange jumpsuits from Mr. Sir without a
word; she knew better than to comment on how ugly they were in
front of him. "Your counselor will cover the rest-ah, here's the
dope himself," said Mr. Sir, nodding to a man walking towards
them, just out of earshot.
Desiree didn't think that was very nice of him to say about a
fellow staff member, but she was ashamed of herself to find that
she more than agreed with what Mr. Sir said.
"Hello, Desiree, I'm Mr. Pendanski- my name is easy to
remember, just three simple words: pen, dance, key."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ok this chapter was much longer than the first one, so maybe now it'll be easier to judge the story. R+R--- Pretty Please?
hey, did anyone know that Desiree's last name, Ramiro, means supreme judge?? That's the funnest thing in the world to do (
o yea, sorry we kinda made Mr. Sir sound like Hagrid...
