I do not own the brilliance of Holes or its characters but I do own the plot and any characters that you do not recognize.

Also I know that the summary says that this story is general/humor but I want to make it clear that there will also be a lot of romance, angst, and drama in the story.

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Guilt swept through her.

Her friends were all that she cared for, and now they were in trouble and she felt responsible. True, they hadn't listened to her when she told them she wanted to handle it herself but she hadn't put up much of a fight when they became persistent. She had led them into more trouble than they could handle. And to make everything worse, she had let them get caught. They all paid for her failure.

She made up her mind that if she couldn't completely protect them then she would at least give them all the chance that she wasn't going to get. Now all she had was Fidget. Fidget was the only one that stood by her through it all. She doubted that she would ever know exactly how much that meant to her.

Fidget was sitting in the seat across from her. She had been reading that book without turning the page for the last half hour, and Midget had a strong suspicion that she had fallen asleep mid sentence. When she let out a soft snore she knew she had guessed correct.

Midget had run down the batteries on her portable hours ago and had already finished the book she'd been reading. Now she was left there sitting in the unforgivably hot bus, handcuffed to the seat, with the sun beating down on her, wishing she hadn't worn clothes at all, because Fidget, 'Damn her', had gotten the shaded side.

Getting tired of boiling in a combination of the heat and her own anger she tried to get comfortable. She rested her head on her knees, and tried to ignore the pain of consciousness. Soon everything around her became hazy and she was lost in thoughts of how the world had turned into her own personal hell. Memories of her family, her friends, the pain, and the anger all came climbing up from that place where she held them down while curious eyes were watching.

The bus gave a jolt and she resigned herself to the fact that she simply was not going to be able to get comfortable enough to sleep. So she settled herself with pretending. She didn't know why exactly. It wasn't as if there was anyone watching her.

When Fidget woke she found Midget in a state that would make anyone think she was asleep but she knew better. Normally she would have jumped at the opportunity to annoy her or try to get her to face her feelings, but she decided that this time it was best to just let her be.

In the meantime, she was restless and that was not a good thing. She had been on that bus for six hours, she had already read that book before, and the quiet was driving her up the wall. She did not do quiet and was afraid if it got any quieter that that the evil penguins would show up and start tap dancing to taunt her. To be honest she was surprised she hadn't gone crazy yet, well crazier.

She looked up at the guard who seemed to be ignoring her, possibly asleep. Those huge, hideous glasses made it difficult to tell. 'Time to have fun' she cleared her throat, began bouncing up and down on the seat, and started screaming Greed Day lyrics at the top of her lungs. "DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT………"

After the initial shock of what happened next wore off Midget was overwhelmed by a great amount of pride and amusement.

The guard, who apparently had been asleep, woke with a start and a deafening boom was heard as his rifle went off, leaving a massive hole in the roof of the bus. This scared the driver, who had seemingly been unaffected by Fidgets screeching, causing him to drive the bus into a hole.

Both Fidget and Midget were completely stunned. They both knew that Fidget had only intended to be annoying and neither had expected this to be the results of her impromptu performance. But after both girls had calmed down they looked at each other with identically devilish grins and burst out laughing. Though Fidget's spontaneous outbursts were always good for aggravating people, this was the first time that they had been truly profitable.

Midget noticed that she and Fidgets bags had slid to the front of the bus when the driver had so gracefully driven them into the hole. She picked them up and tossed Fidget's to her. Fidget took advantage of the chaos she had created and snatched her lock picks out of her bag. When she started to pick the handcuffs she noticed Midget shaking her head and in answer to the questioning look that she gave her, Midget simply mumbled a quick "patience".

Fidget remained wearing her confused look but stopped trying to pick the locks on her handcuffs and stuffed the lock picks in her jeans pocket. Midget just smiled at her and leaned back in her seat waiting for the confusion to die down.

After the authority figures had calmed down, they dragged the girls off the bus and began assessing the damage. The bus was in no condition to be driven and the radio was busted. The driver decided that they would have to walk the rest of the way to the camp. It was apparently the only thing within walking distance.

The two girls were walking next to each other with the driver ahead and the guard behind. Every minute or so the driver would turn around and send a venomous glare their way. And mumble something about "turning his bus into swiss cheese." To which the girls would respond by smiling at him sweetly and waving. The guard was stomping along furiously and alternating pointing the shot gun at each of their backs.

"Now, you wanna tell me why we're still wearing these damn bracelets of submission?" Fidget whispered angrily to Midget.

"If we had taken off the handcuffs they would have put them right back on. We wanna make an impression when we get there. And I can't imagine anything as a sweeter on the icing on that cake you created back there than handing that guard his handcuffs in front of anyone at that camp that might be watching."

As Midget said this, a huge smile appeared on Fidget's face and they marched toward their home for the next 18 with proud smirks on their lips and mischievous sparks in their eyes.

They had no idea what they were in for.

But neither did the camp.