EEEIII! Yes, yes, and all that rubbish, I am indeed back! Scary, isn't it? Indeed it is, but anyway…

I am back, as before announced, and hopefully new and improved! I honestly abhor this story after looking back on it…my writing was truly awful. I couldn't bear to take it down though, because of all the wonderful reviews I got for it! So I'm hoping I'll get even more now that I'm re-doing it.

The plot should generally be basically the same, but it'll definitely be like new. In a lot of parts, expect something new to happen entirely. It's a bit more realistic now, lol. In case you're reading this for the first time, go check out the last chapter, entitled, 'NEW' before reading this. That will tell you what is happening.

So, let's get started!

Disclaimer: As most of you with functioning brains are aware, I, in no way, shape, or form own Holes. Sadly, all I own is the Holes book, the Holes DVD, the holes CD, 'Stanley's Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake', and a few random pics I got off the internet of Khleo Thomas and the likes. I do however own Sam and Jenny, Zigzag's sisters.

Dedication: To all my lovely and beautiful reviewers! I really hope replacing a chapter with a different one won't take away my reviews. But if it does, I really hope you all will review it again. I appreciate your reviews a lot; they're what keep me going!

Wow, my loyal reviewers definitely seem to have dwindled, lol. Well, anyway…

And now…the moment you've all been waiting for…CHAPTER 1! Wh00t and such…

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A messy salsa covered hand was shoved into a mouth, as the six year old groaned loudly. "Can't we watch something on TV?"

"Shut up, Sam, I'm watching my show."

"You ain't watching anything!" Sam whined, shoving more tortilla chips covered in salsa into her mouth, "I want to watch the Power puff girls!"

"Ricky, do not tell your sister to 'shut up', that's inappropriate. Sam, let your brother watch TV." An older woman in her 30's bustled by, dusting some of the knick knacks on the bookshelf. Her black hair was pulled back by a few bobby pins, but she kept tucking it behind her ears in a nervous fashion. "Jenny, honestly, do you have to keep putting your makeup all over the kitchen counter? It's really making a mess."

"It's not makeup, ma." Ricky said silently, "It's face constrictor."

"Where you in my cleansing lotion again, Ricky?" Jenny stood up, her curly blonde hair bobbing behind her, "I told you to stay out of my stuff!"

Ricky's blue eyes moved away from the TV screen for a few moments to stare at his older sister. "It's trying to constrict your face. If you don't stop using it, it's going to eat your face off."

"It's gonna' eat your face off?" Sam sat up excitedly, salsa smeared in her black pig tails, "I want to see what you look like with no face!"

"Better then she does now." Her brother quipped, his face still turned to the television set.

"RICKY!" A pillow was thrown into the air, but before it made contact, a wild mess of dirty blonde hair dove to the floor, screaming.

"Mom! They're coming to get me!" Ricky screamed, huddled up beside the couch, his eleven year old body shivering in fear.

"Jennifer Kristina Lauer, you will not throw things! Especially not at your brother! Look what you've done to him!" Dropping her feather duster, she ran over to her son. "Ricky, are you okay? Are you alright?"

"The-They're coming to get me, mom! They're after me!" Panicked blue eyes emerged from under all his tousled blonde hair.

"No, no." Her motherly tone set in as she pushed back her hair and bent over to hug her shaking son. "It's okay, baby. It was just your sister. She threw a pillow at you, see?"

Ricky glared at the pillow, and kicked it into the kitchen. He sat back down on the couch, every few seconds his eyes would dart back to the pillow, which was resting under the kitchen table.

"You're in trouble Jenny!" Sam began to sing, dancing around her older sister with her tortilla chips and jar of salsa. "Jenny's in trouble, Jenny's in trouble!"

"Leave me alone, munchkin!" Jenny shouted, "And get your gross salsa covered hands away from me, this is a new shirt!"

"Jennifer! I think it's time you went to your room." Her mother stated, "And no, it's not optional. Apologize to your brother and your sister."

"Fine. I'm sorry Sam, and I'm sorry Ricky. But god, do you have to be so weird all the time?" Jenny yelled, as her brother kept staring at the blank TV screen.

Her mother gave her an icy glare, and Jenny marched up to her room, slamming the door loudly, the sound ringing through the quiet house.

"Am I weird?" She heard a small voice asking her, and turned around to find her eleven year old son staring at her with his piercing blue eyes.

"No, Ricky. You're not weird…you're just…" She spoke softly, taking his hand in hers, "Different. That's all baby."

He dropped her hand, and went back to staring at the TV screen. Sam came bouncing up to him, and yelled, "He's just messed up, that's all."

"I'm not crazy." His head shot up, bobbing on his long skinny neck. "I'm not."

"Of course not sweetie." His mother said soothingly, rubbing his back tenderly. "Samantha, apologize."

"Sorry." She groaned, and then grabbed the remote, changing the TV to Toon Disney.

"I was watching that!"

"You were not!"

"Ricky, let your sister watch it for awhile." She straightened out her nurse dress, and fixed her nametag that read, 'Nancy' in flowery print. "I've got to get headed down to the hospital. Ricky, make sure Jenny doesn't go anywhere. I'll see you guys later." She picked up her coat from the kitchen table, and hurried over to the door. "Love you, be good!"

"Are you locking the door?" She heard a voice call from the living room.

"Yes, Ricky, I'm locking it. I'll be back in a few hours!"

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Sorry, weird place to leave off, but I've kept you guys waiting enough, lol!