Authors Note: Thanks for the feedback guys, I really appreciate it. The reason I call it Big Thumb is because my teacher calls it that all the time – it's hard to get it out of your head.
Oh yeah, we finally finished reading it- got to say it's a lot better than the movie.
Disclaimer: All characters, settings and mentioned things belong to Louis Sachar.
Gotta Keep Moving
Chapter Two
Stanley once again sauntered to the right. The pain in his stomach was bubbling and frothing, making it impossible to concentrate on where he was going. Although, he had to admit, he would have probably been in the same predicament even if his body wasn't reacting with the Sploosh.
Running a worn out sleeve over his head, Stanley hoisted Zero higher up on his back. The small boy kept falling down and Stanley knew it was only a matter of moments before his strength gave way. Gently placing Zero on the ground, Stanley undid the strings on his backpack and glanced at the contents.
A number of jars, a mixture of gunk and slime from where some of the Sploosh had spilled and a tiny, broken compass – not unlike the ones that you get in cereal boxes. Stanley didn't need to be the greatest mathematician in the world to know that everything he had was a mixture of total junk.
Scooping up the gunk with his bear hands, Stanley chucked it into one of the nearby holes. Carefully manuvering around shards of broken glass, he collected each jar and made a small pile next to him.
Glancing around, Stanley tried to make out God's Thumb from where he was sitting. It was like trying to get Armpit to take a shower. Impossible. Down right Impossible. Still, Stanley chuckled when he remembered his friend's attempts to get Armpit to wash himself.
Picking up a larger piece of glass, Stanley positioned it in a direct line with the sun. He didn't know exactly what he was doing; he knew that without wood there would be no way to make a fire. Staring upwards, Stanley noticed that the sun was beginning to set. Seeing no need to keep the glass, he threw it into the hole with the rest of the junk from his backpack.
Nestling down in the dirt, Stanley thought about his parents. Had The Warden told them he had ran off? Did they think he was dead? Probably.
Sighing, Stanley pulled off his hat and used it as a pillow for Zero. Laying his own head on the hard ground Stanley closed his eyes and tried to imagine a winter wonderland – complete with snowcones and other frosty treats. He smiled. He was feeling cooler already.
End Chapter Two
Authors Note: Ok, not a lot there, but I'm having blocks on all of my stories. Enjoy and R&R!