A/N:

Hello! What. Is. UP?! Awesome. Sorry about the crazy"depression-makes-me-unable-to-function" writing neglecting thingy. But I'm back!

a word of caution though. There has been a recent review that made me upset, a review that said that they will continue MY story on their own. Let me tell you that that is plagiarizing. No one should read their story. I'm Truely sorry..deeply sorry that I made you guys feel this way. I can't imagine that I had so much responsibility. This story is just something I dreampt last year. It didn't even have that much of a plot. Never, in my wildest dreams, thought that I would be considered a Writer to some of you. This website...is a site for just your own little made-up stories and I never stopped to realize that this is not some little story to some of you. And I've come to realize that. I'm sorry if I angered you, I didn't know what I was doing. Maybe that person wrote that review to get a rise out of me it worked anyway

Here's the next chapter! I hope you enjoy it!

Feel free to review, feel free to ask questions, and if you have any suggestions, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

Bold italics are when the POV is reading, Italics are thoughts, and Bold is author's note.

Disclaimer: I do not own Holes. I only own the characters I make up.

I was starring cold hard at Zigzag. He's been making suggestive looks at me and kicking

my shins under the table. He's on my right side while Squid is on my left, talking with the others.

"ZigZag." I say confidently and sternly.

"What?" He looks at me, pissed.

"Stop. Kicking. Me." I grit my teeth.

"or what, Babygirl? You gonna get Squid to beat me up?"

I muster all of my stubbornness and kick him really hard on his shin. He whinces in pain and brings his knee to his chest.

"Bitch..." He mutters in my direction.

"ZIG." Squid slams his fist on the table, glaring daggers at ZigZag. I feel a cold sweat going down my back.

"What, Squid?" Zigzag stands up, we're bros, right? Bros before," he looks at me "hoes."

I furrow my brows. my cheeks get hot.

"Shut it down, man." Squid warns ZigZag.

"Make me. What, you her little bitch now, ALAN?"

POW!

This loud noise shot through the air, leaving a ringing in my ears. I can't hear. I can't hear anything. It sounds like someone is covering my ears and all I Hear is muffling noises.

Squid grabs my arm and pulls me close. Everyone is looking in the direction of the door.

Mr. Sir has a gun, pointing it in my direction. I looked back at ZigZag and I see him standing with his eyes wide and mouth hanging, a bullet hole above his head.

Next to Mr. Sir was a woman. She had this long, red, curly hair and sunglasses with a cowboy hat on. He wore cowboy boots, a fannel top and some jeans. She was smoking, the smoke stinking up the room.

She took of her glasses and looked dead at me with her sharp, narrow eyes. She pointed at my face. "You."

Squid's grip is stronger on my arm. It's hurts but I try and ignore it.

"Come with me. Now." Her stare is deadly, it's like as if a cobra was tempting me to go near it.

Well, there you go. A little MINI chapter because of how I was dick for not uploading. Sorry.