Disclaimer: I own none of the Holes characters or the plot. The great writer Luis Sachar does, but I would be extremely happy if he would sell them to me!
A/N: Oh My Garsh! Thank you all for reviewing this story! I only had the summary posted and I got 9 reviews. I'm sorry for the long wait, but I was having trouble with my asthma. But I'm better now. I would really just like to say I am extremely, totally, inspired by all of you, and that's the truth. Well, here it is, the first Chapter of Indian Rain.
Chapter I:
" Miss Elizabeth Azalea, heh?" The man that had introduced himself as Mr. Sir, paced behind his old tattered desk, reading her information off a clipboard.
" That Russian or something?" He asked, looking up from the clipboard at her. She did not look at him or respond, she didn't even hear the question over her thoughts.
"You listening to me?" he shouted, but she gazed still at the floor. After she didn't answer again, he surrendered and turned his attention back to her forms. "New York shooting, huh? Well, we got us a gunman, or should I say," She felt his glance burn her skin, "woman."
Tears, more tears. Just at the slight mention of the incident, her mind went crazy and her thoughts screamed in her head, barely being heard over the heart aching flashbacks of that day.
Finally, after Mr. Sir felt content that he had question her enough, he sent her off with another man, shorter and funny looking. This man, unlike Mr. Sir, welcomed her with kind words, what exactly he said she didn't hear.
"Well, here we are, your new home!" He said in a cheery voice, but her "home" was anything but cheery. All it was was a green tent, torn and faded by wind and sand. It reeked of a substance she was not sure she wished to discover.
The cheery man led her through a flap at the front of the tent, and the inside wasn't much better than the outside had been. There were nine cots lined up about two feet apart from each other, and a few stacks of boxes at the far end of the tent.
"This will be your cot." He pointed to a cot just like the others, closest to the boxes. "Now, if you ever need anything, just ask one of your tent buddies where Mr. Pendan-, well, just call me mom." She kept her stare away from him. Her eyes were vacant and her face showed no sign of emotion, it was just pale.
Her face had once played host to a beautiful smile that brightened her appearance. Zack loved her smile. He loved everything about her. He loved her black hair, flowing straight down to her waist, not a single curl in it. He loved her thin figure, perfect for holding her close to him. Over everything else, though, he loved her eyes. They were gray, but he never called them that. He always said they were silver, magical, sparkly silver. That's why she loved him so much.
Mr. Mom walked out of the tent, looking nervously back at her, but once she knew he was gone, she lay down on her cot, and cried herself to sleep, the only place she could be with Zack.
A/N: Okay, so I know this Chapter was really short, but I'm still struggling. I need help! Anyone who helps me will get their name put on the next chapter as co-author. I just don't know how she should meet all the D-tent guys. Please Help!