Author's Note- Hey, glad you decided to read into this. The character that this story circles around is one, which has been developing in my head for a good while now. In years of existence in my imagination he is about three or four years old, though that obviously is not his actual age. This will most likely be a short story but do check it often. Once I finish with this I plan to write other little clips from his life. I do enjoy feedback, but if you feel the urge to flame, please just leave. Thank you and enjoy.

One more thing, this first chapter is a tad boring, but it's just here to introduce you to the character.

Disclaimer- I do not own Holes of course, Mr. Sachar does. I take no credit for all of his beautiful work and fascinating characters. I do however take credit for the characters in here, which you will notice, are not from the book at all.

The tent door slammed in his face.

Wait…you don't know what is going on yet now do you? Guess we should backtrack.

It was summer at Camp Green Lake, the hottest time of the year. Which was really saying something, seeing as all times of the year were

hot in the expanse of desert which once was covered by a vast lake and a flourishing town, a pity really. Now, back to present times.

Summer always had all of the boys on edge and was ready to leap at each other for one incorrect thing. Luckily at the moment everyone

was still intact but everyone knew that would not last long. Our story brings us to D-Tent, as most do, but the tent itself may look a little

different than you may have remembered it looking. For one, there are a lot of holes in the canvas and many visible attempts to patch

them. Another thing would be the extra cots besides the eight already occupied, yes you heard correctly. It was on one of those cots sat a boy.

With a great sigh he turned the page of the book to which held the title 'Pet Semetery', yes, the one by Stephen King (that is how it's

spelled). Though most of the other boys had no clue of the plot of the story they assumed it was about animals and found that amusing.

There never was a taunting word about this boy's book though, you never say anything bad about someone's lifeline, no matter how odd

or funny it maybe. An already dry towel was draped over the edge of his bed, despite the fact he had finished that shower not two

minutes past. The heat was drying everything, except the sweat which beaded on his forehead. A thump sounded as one of the boys

entered the tent. A Hispanic with that rag tied around his head.

"Hey Mag" The boy said, only glancing up briefly.

"Ya still readin' that?" Magnet asked sitting down on his own cot.

"Yeah, good book."

"How's it end? You've must of read it ten times"

"I dunno. Never bothered to actually finish it." And he never did. Every time he put the book down and picked it up again he would simply begin it anew.

"Wires, you are one strange dude."

"From the guy who decided to stuff a puppy down his pants." Replied Wires with a crooked smile on his face.

"It was-!"

"I know, being treated badly." The two began to laugh but stopped as the rest of the boys walked in. Wires slipped the book under his

pillow and rested his head on top of it.

Some boys grabbed their towels and tokens and headed off towards the showers but just a few lingered. After a minute only four boys

were left in the tent, that being Wires, Magnet, Zigzag, and Zero. Zero of course was off in his own little world so none of them payed

much attention to him.

"Zig, did ya find that camera yet?" Wires asked, stretching his tan arms up over his head. The older boy shook his head.

"You believe me right? That it's there?" Zig inquired, as if unsure of what the answer would be.

"Yeah" Wires was grinning. As to whether or not he really believed him? Well, lets say years of living with good old Zigzag could teach

you whether it was the boy of the paranoia talking.

"You two are like one in the same," Magnet stated, grinning as well.

Zigzag shrugged "It's a brother thing."

"Yeah…I wouldn't know about that…. the criminal part must also run in the family huh?"

Neither of the boys laughed.

Leaning back against the canvas Wires tossed his head back, his sandy blonde hair, much like his brother's, clearing from his face for the

moment. The two did look rather similar, as some siblings do. They both had blonde hair, though Zig's was only a bit darker and much

crazier. They both were tall, Zigzag at least 6'0 and Wires standing at about 5'9-5'10. Also, they both had blue eyes, though yet again,

Wires' were different. His were mixed with grey. It was still very easy to tell the two apart and unless you died their hair the exact same

shade, made them close their eyes, and scrunch into a ball, you wouldn't have any trouble. But really, who would even think to do such a

crazy thing?