A/N: Thanks a bunch to all my reviewers. You all are the best! I hope this
chapter is good. Sorry it took me ahile to post. I just couldn't think of
anything but fortunately I finally came up with something.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that pertain to the movie/book "Holes". They belong to the writer of the book, Louis Sachar.
Chapter 8
Squid stayed silent. He was slowly taking in what Nayel just said to him. She looked at him. Streams of tears were rolling down her cheeks. "I...Well...," Squid couldn't find the words.
"It's okay," Nayel wiped away her tears and got up. "Don't tell anyone," she headed out of the tent to the Wreck Room. Squid sat there for awhile thinking. He had no idea how depressed Nayel was. He never thought about it. He got up and headed to the Wreck Room. Nayel sat next to Zigzag in front of the television. "Hey," she said. Squid walked over to the pool table with X-Ray and Magnet.
"Hi," he responded. He seemed lost in his own world.
"What you watching," she asked and looked at him.
"The X-Files," he answered her. Nayel looked at the screen and just saw static. How could he know what he was watching? She wasn't going to tell him anything.
"Oh cool," she nodded. Zigzag was memorized by the television.
"Ziggy you ain't watching this shit today," said another camper and messed with the knob.
"Dusty the show wasn't finished," Zigzag complained and reached for the knob. Dusty smacked his hand away.
"Sorry not today," Dusty continued messing with it. Zigzag got up and walked out. Nayel got up and followed Zigzag. She walked into the tent. Zigzag was laying down on his cot reading his TV Guide. She walked over and towered over him.
"You okay," Nayel sat on Zigzag's crate. Zigzag shrugged and continued looking through it. "Okay I can tell you don't want to talk to me," she got up but Zigzag grabbed her wrist.
"No stay," he begged. Nayel sat back down. Zigzag sat up and looked at her. Nayel was looking down and didn't seem like she was focusing on anything. She seemed as if she was thinking. "What you thinking about," he asked.
"Stuff," she looked at him. "Why were you sent here?"
"I burnt down a portable at my school and I think my parents just wanted to get rid of me," he cracked a smile. Nayel sighed and intertwined her fingers.
"I can relate," she said. Zigzag nodded but didn't know what she meant.
"Dinner time," X-Ray popped his head into the tent. Nayel and Zigzag headed out. Nayel sat next to Squid. There were many conversations going on at the same time. Nayel poked at her food.
"Eat," Squid whispered to her. Nayel slowly started to eat the green slob the cooks had pour onto her tray. Squid ate his food. Zigzag glanced at Nayel every once in awhile.
After dinner the campers piled into their tents. Except for D-Tent. They were going to have one of their meetings. They all sat in a circle. Then came in Mr. Pendanski. He sat in a chair and smiled. "So Nayel how do you like it here?'
"It's okay. Better than home," she murmured. She was sitting between Zigzag and Squid.
"Better than home," Mr. Pendanski repeated. The room fell silent.
"People actually...," she looked down. "Never mind," she looked up and smiled hoping he would stop questioning her.
"Please continue," Mr. Pendanski urged. Nayel shrugged.
"They're cool," Nayel nodded in defeat. Mr. Pendanski smiled and began lecturing about why digging holes is important. Nayel looked at her hands and rested them on the sides of her on the bench. She felt someone place their hand on hers. She looked down to see Zigzag's hand on hers. A smile began to form across her face. She looked down at the floor still smiling and didn't bother to move her hand. She felt safe with Zigzag's touch. Squid looked over and noticed. He clutched his teeth but didn't say anything. Fists began to form but he fought the urge to hit Zigzag. He just hoped it was nothing.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that pertain to the movie/book "Holes". They belong to the writer of the book, Louis Sachar.
Chapter 8
Squid stayed silent. He was slowly taking in what Nayel just said to him. She looked at him. Streams of tears were rolling down her cheeks. "I...Well...," Squid couldn't find the words.
"It's okay," Nayel wiped away her tears and got up. "Don't tell anyone," she headed out of the tent to the Wreck Room. Squid sat there for awhile thinking. He had no idea how depressed Nayel was. He never thought about it. He got up and headed to the Wreck Room. Nayel sat next to Zigzag in front of the television. "Hey," she said. Squid walked over to the pool table with X-Ray and Magnet.
"Hi," he responded. He seemed lost in his own world.
"What you watching," she asked and looked at him.
"The X-Files," he answered her. Nayel looked at the screen and just saw static. How could he know what he was watching? She wasn't going to tell him anything.
"Oh cool," she nodded. Zigzag was memorized by the television.
"Ziggy you ain't watching this shit today," said another camper and messed with the knob.
"Dusty the show wasn't finished," Zigzag complained and reached for the knob. Dusty smacked his hand away.
"Sorry not today," Dusty continued messing with it. Zigzag got up and walked out. Nayel got up and followed Zigzag. She walked into the tent. Zigzag was laying down on his cot reading his TV Guide. She walked over and towered over him.
"You okay," Nayel sat on Zigzag's crate. Zigzag shrugged and continued looking through it. "Okay I can tell you don't want to talk to me," she got up but Zigzag grabbed her wrist.
"No stay," he begged. Nayel sat back down. Zigzag sat up and looked at her. Nayel was looking down and didn't seem like she was focusing on anything. She seemed as if she was thinking. "What you thinking about," he asked.
"Stuff," she looked at him. "Why were you sent here?"
"I burnt down a portable at my school and I think my parents just wanted to get rid of me," he cracked a smile. Nayel sighed and intertwined her fingers.
"I can relate," she said. Zigzag nodded but didn't know what she meant.
"Dinner time," X-Ray popped his head into the tent. Nayel and Zigzag headed out. Nayel sat next to Squid. There were many conversations going on at the same time. Nayel poked at her food.
"Eat," Squid whispered to her. Nayel slowly started to eat the green slob the cooks had pour onto her tray. Squid ate his food. Zigzag glanced at Nayel every once in awhile.
After dinner the campers piled into their tents. Except for D-Tent. They were going to have one of their meetings. They all sat in a circle. Then came in Mr. Pendanski. He sat in a chair and smiled. "So Nayel how do you like it here?'
"It's okay. Better than home," she murmured. She was sitting between Zigzag and Squid.
"Better than home," Mr. Pendanski repeated. The room fell silent.
"People actually...," she looked down. "Never mind," she looked up and smiled hoping he would stop questioning her.
"Please continue," Mr. Pendanski urged. Nayel shrugged.
"They're cool," Nayel nodded in defeat. Mr. Pendanski smiled and began lecturing about why digging holes is important. Nayel looked at her hands and rested them on the sides of her on the bench. She felt someone place their hand on hers. She looked down to see Zigzag's hand on hers. A smile began to form across her face. She looked down at the floor still smiling and didn't bother to move her hand. She felt safe with Zigzag's touch. Squid looked over and noticed. He clutched his teeth but didn't say anything. Fists began to form but he fought the urge to hit Zigzag. He just hoped it was nothing.
