GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS

A/N: I know I said that I wouldn't base this on reviews - I'm mainly updating because of a review.

Smartblondee: Thank YOUUUU!!!!!! I was getting discouraged!! Checking my email brightened my WHOLE day, and I'm SO GLAD you liked it!

Disclaimer: I own Spark...because I made her up! Louis Sachar owns Holes...because he made it up!

QUOTES: "Don't ask questions!" - Harry Potter, well...Aunt Petunia. "Riiiiiiiight..." - The Fairly Odd Parents - Cosmo.

-------CHAPTER THREE: THE WONDERS OF KNOWING FIVE DIFFERANT LANGUAGES------

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That was the loudest thing I've ever heard in my life. Including a Metallica concert, a Trapt concert, and a (insert gasps here) NSYNC concert. My best friend and I had to take her sister and three of her littlest sisters friends. It was bloody LOUD!! Mainly because Janies parents are rich as SPIT, and they got us front row tickets. If I wanted to listen to NSYNCS first two albums, and watch them dance, I could have bought the albums from Wal-Mart and the bobble-heads from Dollar General.

My leg feels a helluva lot better, it's not swollen, just a little bit sore. And did I mention Zigzag is my best friend?

Creepily enough, it's true. One-hundred-percent true. We get along FAMOUSLY. We're talking right now. About fire (IT IS THE BEST THING EVER. THANK YOU NEANDERTHOLS FOR DISCOVERING IT)

I hope I've stopped thinking out loud. I have dreadful thoughts most likely the result of PMS. Damn me.

Apparently I'm unimportant. Zigzag is the only one who's spoken to me, and it was about a bonfire, burniness, and bright pink and yellow bumble bees infecting the minds of the shovels. They have minds?

"Spark, how's your leg?" Twitch asked.

"Dolorido, penoso, y aturdir." I replied in a full spanish accent.

"What did she say?" Twitch asked...anyone. He didn't know what language it was.

"She said sore, painful, and numb." Magnet grumbled. He's not a morning person, is he? I need to stop asking questions.

"Is that what you said?" He asked me.

"Si, tu ficticio." I replied smiling. Twitch looked expectantly at Magnet.

"What am I, Spark, your personal translator? She said yes, you dummy." Magnet growled. Someone's channeling Mr. Sirs spirit...

"Guys, breakfast." X-Ray said.

"Hem, hem..." I 'coughed'. I'm not a guy!

"And Spark. Breakfast, now!" X-Ray said. I made him mad, aww...

They gave us these tortillas covered with some sticky substance. It was gross. I took a bite, and spit it into Twitches hair. It was an accident! Seriously! He just pulled it out of his hair. He's staring at me kind of menacingly. He has an orange juice carton. What's he going to do with that? He dumps that on my head and - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT SHIT IS FUCKING COLD!!! IT WENT DOWN MY JUMPSUIT!! DAMNIT!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

I did the only thing a girl who has PMS, was angry at a guy and wanted to make him feel bad and/or get in trouble, and is really craving some chocolate and lasagna. Yes, chocolate and lasagna. I cried.

What? He looked like he felt bad, my best friend looked mad. He DID!! My best friend - Zigzag - went and dumped a thing of juice on Twitches head. I burst out laughing. It was funny!! Twitch and my best friend were spotter, yelled at, and taken to the wardens cabin. Poor Twitch and my best friend.

If you think about it, it's my fault, too. Great, now I feel miserably. Thanks, conscience.

Anyway, we went to the "library." We got shovels. And guess what we're doing? Dig A HOLE, we're making them five feet deep, five feet wide. Mr. Sir said that if I found anything interesting, I should report it to him or Pen-Dance-Key. I'm sure these boys find things every day. Shreds of their common sense, dignity, and respect from the women - woman - of the camp. AKA me.

Sooo, we began. The sun was up, and I was around a foot into my hole. It was only like two feet wide, though. Problem. Anyway, Twitch and my best friend came back, they looked kind of...pained. Are they constipated?

"What happened!??!?!" I shrieked, seeing the really purple marks on my innocent best friends - and Twitches - face.

"Warden scratched them, chispa." Magnet told me. This warden person must be EVILLLLLLLLLLL. And why did Magnet just call me by my spanish name? I go by spark, not chispa.

"You're thinking out loud again." Twitch stated. He and Zigzag/My best friend started digging. I felt really bad. Well, you see a twitchy guy and your best friend with purple scratches on YOUR face, and then get back to me!

"Iman, don't call me Chispa." I snapped.

"Afligido, Spark." He said grinning.

"It's OK, Magnet." I smirked.

I was 3 1/2 feet in when Pen-Dance-Key came with lunch. A gross bologna sandwich (no comment), a cookie (YUM!), and some orange juice (yuck), and I ate the cookie. That was...it. No guys were willing to give me extra cookies, so poor little me has been starving for the past two days. I'm SOOOOO going to pass out. I feel kinda...woozy, and I don't feel very good...and there's spots...

I passed out. And my last thought was...I wonder if they'll have edible food tonight.

BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK

Zigzag heard a really bad noise, like something hitting the ground really hard. He thought someone threw their shovel - that happened alot - but all the guys were looking around. None of THEM had done it. Wait a minute...where was Spark?

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"Oww..." I whined. I wasn't passed out for very long. It's amazing, considering I passed out from hunger. I'm tired. And hungry...

"Spark!!!!!!!" About seven (virtually undistinguishable) voices screamed.

"Shut the hell up! My head hurts!!" I screamed. That hurt, too.

"Are you OK!?" My best friend shouted.

"Parada grieterio. Su penoso. Calleso." I muttered.

Magnet sighed, "Stop Shouting. It's painful. Shut up." he said, mimicking my poor-little-me voice.

"Can someone help me out of this infernal HOLE!?!" I shrieked, once again injuring my head. I don't CARE!! I DON'T CARE!! AND NOW...I DON'T CARE...

It took the combined efforts of Zero...and...well...Zero to lift me out of the hole. I'm only like 96 pounds. You be a grieving anorexic at a powerful height of 5'1!! You don't weigh much!

"Girl, you need to EAT!!" X-Ray snapped at me. "You're the only one who's EVER passed out from lack of food here. Heat, maybe, but never lack of food!"

Jeez, don't make me feel better.

"X is right, Spark, you need to eat." Twitch said. It appears that everyone's done with their holes, and we've begun to walk back to camp. Occasionally I lean against the person next to me - at the moment, my best friend. But he's so tall, and doesn't notice.

"Yeah, Crispy." Armpit said.

"Why did you just call me crispy?" I asked him.

"Isn't that what Mag called you?" He asked, apparently confused. I realized what he was doing and collapsed into Twitch, laughing insanely.

"Pit, I called her Chispa. It's spanish for Spark." Magnet said, through his own maniacal laughter.

"It's not that funny." Armpit grumbled.

"Ante cursillo su comico!" I screeched. (A/N: It meant Of course it's funny!)

"Infierno Si!" Magnet howled. Everyone's looking at us weird now. A, B, and C are over here. Oh damn, A's walking over. God Damn, who is that? NO!!

"Spark, are you ok?" Zigzag asked. I'm kind of shaking right now, and because I'm leaning on him because I can't support my own self, he can feel it.

"Mierda, Maldicion, ninguna ninguna ninguna!!" I snapped. He's not here - he's not here - no, that just - oh who am I kidding? He's here, there's nothing I can do about it, and I need to get over it! I have a best friend and whatnot, so why am I fretting?! And my best friend is bigger than he is - my best friend can kick his ass - my best friend has no idea what the hell I'm so worked up over - and I'm expecting my poor innocent best friend to fight my battles. It's been my battle for three years, and I'm going to be the one to fight it! And there's an american flag backdrop behind me, isn't there?

"What's wrong with you!?" Magnet asked yo jelos de le." Most of what I said were disconnected words, but at least Magnet could've interpreted the last sentence. Get me away from him...NOW!! He needs to get out! I don't want to see that retarded mierda pista!

"What'd she say?" Zero demanded.

"The first thing was: Shit, Damn, No! No! No! and the second thing was bastard...get me away from him." Magnet translated.

"Who would she talk about like that? She doesn't hate any of us..." Squid mused. "Does she?"

"I don't hate any of you!" I snapped, then I stormed off. Seriously. Maybe it's my horrible case of PMS, but I really need some chocolate covered mushrooms. What? I'm sure they're a delecacy somewhere in the world! if YAK MILK is a delecacy, why isn't chocolate covered mushrooms!? I say that somewhere they're a delecacy. Booya.

I guess D-Tent followed me, but it's not like I did anything eventful. I went into the tent, while muttering swear words, death threats, and just threats in general. Then, when I remembered about Magnet, I switched to latin, my third language.

"Vado absens." I said to Twitch, who'd sat down on my cot next to me.

"What did she say?" Twitch asked Magnet.

"It's not spanish." Magnet said.

"She said 'Go Away.'" My best friend said. How did he know!?!!?

"You ain't the only one who took latin in school." He grinned. Damn, I only have one more language to turn to, japanise. I know italian too, but I heard Twitch muttering in italian, which means HE knows it, too.

"Kamisama, tachusaru ware tanshin." I said sighing.

"What's she saying now!?" X demanded.

"Alright, chica, you got us, it's a language none of us can speak. What language is it?"

"Sono kotoba karera yaku o Nihon." I said sweetly.

"The language they use in Japan." Squid said dryly.

"Calamari can speak Japanise?" I asked Squid. He looked at me funny.

"Saiyou, ika kan." He grinned. He's my second best friend! After Zigzag, of course. ZIGGY IS MY BESTESTESTESTESTESTESTESTESTEST friend in the whole wide world!!

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A/N: She dug, and she saw him! Most of the language was explained. Sorry if I got it wrong, I'm not 100 percent fluent in any of them. I can speak a little of all of them, though.