Thank a lot to Trucalifornian or Adri, and Loviedove. Thank you for being my first reviewers, thanks A LOT!

This story is in a way a collection of very short stories from the POVs of Twitch, Zigzag, X-ray and Magnet; they all turn into one story though.

I don't own Holes. ANY con critic or flames are VERY helpful! Thanks to Nilah Brandybuck for being my first critic (I've seen other reviews of yours).

X-ray: Holes

My life began around holes; they say you always know when your life begins. Mine started here, on the soil of Camp Green Lake, Texas.

Everyday was the same; my soul would die a little more each day. New blisters would find ways onto my wrenched hands. And more holes were dug, by the 42 campers that inhabitant this hell. Yes, I call it a hell, seventh level to be exact.

It was an average day at Camp Green Lake, same thing. The days would blur into each other, one day you ate tortillas dipped in honey but thought you ate eggs yesterday only to realize you ate honey dipped tortillas both days. That was the type of day, everything moving slowly because of the heat. Well on days like this you don't expect anything to happen. You don't think anyone's alive, barley. It's all because f the humidity and heat. The twin H's, twin devils.

It was one a day like this when something finally happened. Barfbag returned from the living back into hell, where we stood. I remember that day perfectly, Magnet started shouting the bus drove over a hole, he probably felt the same beads of sweet fall down his face. The same glare of light hitting his face and once again covering his eyes as he stepped once again onto the dry soil. The same push the guard gives with the butt of his rifle, all this for the second time.

"Barf's back!" yelled Squid, chewing on his toothpick, spitting into his finished hole like we did day-in-day-out. I squinted and rug my dirt-stained jelly jar glasses and looked, seeing a boy with messy reddish brown hair and a thick body frame; Barf Bag was back. Magnet started running, his bestes buddy was home! I could and did lack the enjoyment though. He and I had always had a power struggle, but I never gave up that crowning me the leader.

"D-tent! Report to the main office now!" Mr. Sir's voice blared over on a mega-phone. I didn't want to leave; I wanted to finish my hole before the others, so I stayed. I never liked to quit anything or be the last in anything. So soon I was by myself in a hole in the middle of a dead lake. Spiffy, so I kept digging. Shortly after lunch I had finished, digging faster without the distractions of the other boys noises.

So I began my painful walk the half a mile back to the tents when I heard a shout of "X-ray! Rex! Get your little ass over here," I turned to see a fuming Mr. Sir and the Warden glaring coolly at him for shouting.

"Where've you been? You were called back an hour ago," exclaimed Mr. Sir.

"Cool it, Miriam. We need to talk to the boy. Isn't that right, X-ray?" she smiled but her voice remained the same tone.

"Yes, ma'am," I said automatically. Never upset the Warden.

She lead me into the wreck room and told me to take a seat, I merely collapsed into the over stuffed couch next to Twitch (who really lived up to his day today). I saw Armpit on Twitch's opposite side, Magnet sitting next to Barfbag; Zigzag behind the broken TV (I'll tell you the story on day).

"As all of you know, Barfbag has returned form the hospital and his "escape" from the hospital for the third time," she paused and glared at him, he shrinking back into the wall "and he is now under probation. Anything strange happens to him you are to report eminently to us. Also, if you feel the need for beatings, be happy to apply."

I still remember what Barfbag looked like; hearing anyone in the camp could stop him from his freedom dreams. His eyes almost grew dull; a look I've seen in many men through out my life. The look of defeat. That was in my father's eyes as well. He looked at me, his rival, for strength but I could not apply to him. Rivals don't back away from past. He's burned his bridges. Then he started crying. Boys don't cry. I don't cry.

But still he cried.