Disclaimer
I do not own Holes, which is unfortunate.
Gina frowned at herself in the mirror when she woke up after waking up her interns. Is that a wrinkle? Oh my god! Is that a gray hair! She rubbed her hands over her face in horror.
"I'm getting old, Mr. Mirror. Why can't you lie to me like everyone else!" she frowned, breathing in. Then she remembered that she was still wearing her wig.
Her frown faded, and she instantly became rejuvenated. She had to find Mr. Sir now because she was young and sexy. She also smelled damn nice in her mind, though it was a known fact that she smelled like a skunk sprayed by tacky perfume. She took another deep breath, smiled and walked out of her tent to meet Mr. Pendanski.
"What do you want?" she asked with no interest at all. "Where is Mr. Sir?"
"Well, I wanted to discuss C-tent with you," Mr. Pendanski smiled.
"That doesn't tell me where Mr. Sir is," the frown resurfaced.
"I don't know. He is giving water to the kids. He's really a very disgusting guy. A lady like you should not associate with him."
"A lady like me should not associate with losers with sunscreen on their nose either. You know that that makes your skin burn more, right? Anyway, you are boring. I'm finding Mr. Sir."
"Wait, Ms. Gene, I really do need to talk to you about C-tent," Mr. Pendanski grabbed her arm to keep her from walking away.
She pulled it away as if his touch were fire. "Hey! I did not say that you could touch me! All right, what is it about C-tent that I must know?"
"I don't think that they are… how to say this… well suited for this camp."
"What do you mean? They are suited!"
"I mean, I don't think that they are actually criminals. I've seen countless juvenile delinquents, and I don't think that they are. One of them told me 'thank you' yesterday! None of the kids I have met do that. Well, Stanley might but…"
"You are boring, dude! I am bored by you so get to the point!"
"They are good kids. I don't know how they got here, but they don't belong here."
Gina grabbed him by the front of his shirt and growled, "You say anything like that to me or anyone else again, and I will make sure that your body is never found, Pendanski. Understand?"
"Yeah," he squeaked.
"Good. Well, have a nice day!" she set him down, wondering where Mr. Sir was.
She wandered around for a good half an hour, sometimes terrorizing children at intervals, but most of the time was searching for her "Elvis love muffin," as she liked to call Mr. Sir. Sure, she hadn't called him that yet, and she was sure that he wouldn't like it, but she liked the way it sounded in her mind, and that's all that counts.
Then she heard it: the stomp of his footsteps and the familiar sound of spitting. She gazed ahead of her, more ahead of her than the general vicinity, and saw Mr. Sir scowling and stuffing sunflower seeds in his mouth.
"MR. SIR!" Gina cried as she ran to him.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, "Yeah?"
"How are you today? Do you want to come to my tent and have some hot sex?" she asked, getting a little bit over excited.
He nearly choked on the seeds, "What?"
"Oh, forget it. Aren't kids annoying? It makes you just want to kick them, right?"
"Um… sure."
"Come on, kick the kid? That would be a great game!"
"Right. I need to go talk to the warden now, so if you don't mind…" Mr. Sir tried to get past her, obviously uncomfortable.
"Oh, yeah. Right. Well, I'll see you later then!"
"I doubt it."
And the stomping stomped away. Fast. Gina adjusted her wig and frowned. That didn't work out quite right. She continued frowning, though she had gotten over the situation, when she felt her head being hotter than usual. She reached to adjust her wig when she felt the burning sensation of fire on her head. She pulled back her hand fast and ran around screaming. A boy, who had been sent to CGL for being a pyromaniac, watched as the small fire grew from Gina's manic movements. The next thing Gina knew, she was wet and still very hot.
"You owe me, Gina," Juliana said as she closed her canteen. "That was the last of my water."
Gina adjusted her wet, floppy and singed wig, turned her heel, and walked away without a thank you. She could have handled it. She could have handled it just fine.
