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Holes

Most campers weren't given a choice. 

Stanley was not a bad kid. 
He was innocent of the crime for which he was convicted. 
He'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

"Be careful," the bus driver said as Stanley walked down the steps. 
Stanley wasn't sure if the bus driver meant for him to be careful going the steps, or he was telling him to be careful at Camp Green Lake.

 

He wasn't afraid of the curse. 
He thought that was a lot of nonsense. 
He felt bad because he knew Madame Zeroni had wanted to drink from the stream before she died. 

 

Stanley wasn't sure what to say. 
X-ray was clearly the leader of the group,
and Stanley didn't want to get on his bad side. 

Nothing in life is easy. 
But that's no reason to give up. 
You'll be surprised what you can accomplish if you set your mind to it. 
After all, you only have one life, so you should try to make the most of it. 

His curiosity had gotten the better of him.
He thought he'd seen something like it, somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it. 

Stanley took his place at the end of the line, 
but X-ray told him to get behind Magnet, in front of Zero. Stanley moved up one place in line. 

I am very proud of you for trying to make the best of a bad situation.

Who knows? Maybe something good will come of this. 
Your father thinks he is real close to a breakthrough on his sneaker project.

I hope so.

The landlord is threatening to evict us because of the ordor. 

As the days wore on, the Warden became less and less patient. 

The remainder of his body hardly hurt at all.

His muscles had strengthened, and his hands were tough and callused. 
His muscles and hands weren't the only parts of his body that had toughened over the past several weeks.

His heart hardened as well. 

Stanley was thankful that there were no racial problems. 
On the lake they were all the same reddish brown color-the color of dirt.

It felt good to walk in the shade of the two oak trees.

Stanley wondered if this was how a condemned man felt on his way to the electric chair-appreciating all of the good things in life for the last time. 

He didn't feel like going into details. 
If he didn't talk about it, then maybe it didn't happen. 

None of them took credit for it. 

A big smile spread across Zero's face. 

Her classes were often full of young men,

who were a lot more interested in the teacher than they were in getting an education.

But all they ever got was an education. 

"I'm good with my hands."

She sat at her desk one afternoon, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof. 
No water leaked into the classroom, except for the few drops that came from her eyes.

Because of the rain, there was nobody else out on the street. 
Even if there was, Katherine and Sam, wouldn't have noticed. 
They were lost in their own world. 

"It's against the law for a Negro to kiss a white woman."

 

"You've got exactly ten seconds to tell me where you've hidden your loot"

"Or else I'll blow your head off."

 

Kate could see her rummaging through the cabin, dumping drawers and knocking things from the shelves of cabinets.

 

You, and Your children, and their children, can dig for the next hundred years and you'll never find it. 

 

The air became unbearably humid. 

Stanley was drenched in sweat. 

Beads of moisture ran down the handle of his shovel. 

It was almost as if the temperature had gotten so hot that the air itself was sweating. 

 

Stanley made a feeble attempt to punch Zigzag, 

then he felt a flurry of fists against his head and neck. 

Zigzag had hold of his collar with one hand and was hitting him with the other.

 

He saw that Zero had his arm around Zigzag's long neck. 

Zigzag made a gagging sound, as he desperately tried to pry Zero's arm off of him. 

 

Stanley didn't know why Mr. Pendanski seemed to have it in for Zero. 

If Mr. Pendanski only thought about it, 

he'd realize it was very logical for Zero to think that the letter "h" made the "ch" sound.

 

Stanley lay on his scratchy sheets. 

It occurred to him that his cot no longer smelled bad. 

He wondered if the smell had gone away, or if he had just gotten used to it. 

 

What worried him the most, however, wasn't that it was too late. 

What worried him the most, what really ate at his insides, was the fear that it wasn't too late. 

What if Zero was still alive, desperately crawling across the dirt searching for water? 

He tried to force the image out of his mind. 

 

He slowly backed away from the line, then circled over to the side of the truck. 

 

But out here there was no system. 

It was as if every once in a while, in a fit of frustration, the Warden would just pick a spot at random. 

 

He doubted it was anything, 

but the fact that there was something in the middle of all this nothing made it hard for him to pass up. 

                                                                

Zero's face looked like a jack-o'-lantern that had been left out too many days past Halloween- half rotten, with sunken eyes and a dropping smile. 

 

It felt like heaven as it flowed over his dry mouth and down his parched throat. 

He thought it might have been some kind of fruit at sometime, perhaps peaches. 

 

What scared Stanley the most about dying wasn't his actual death. 

He figured he could handle the pain.  

It wouldn't be much worse than what he felt now. 

In fact, maybe at the moment of his death he would be too weak to feel pain. 

Death would be a relief. 

What worried him the most was the thought of his parents not knowing what happened to him, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. 

He hated to imagine what it would be like for his mother and father, day after day, month after month, not knowing, living on false hope. 

For him, at least, it would be over. 

For parents, the pain would never end. 

 

Now that they really were almost there, it scared him.

Big Thumb was his only hope. 

If there was no water, no refuge, then they'd have nothing, not even hope. 

 

Stanley would have liked to stop and rest, but he was afraid they'd never get started again. 

 

A swarm of gnats hovered around them, attracted by their sweat. 

Neither Stanley nor Zero had the strength to try to swat at them. 

 

Zero made a horrible, wrenching noise as he doubled over and grabbed his stomach. 

 

A wide clown-like smile spread across Zero's face.

He flashed the thumps-up sign, then fell. 

 

His strength came from somewhere deep inside himself and also seemed to come from the outside as well. 

After focusing on Big Thumb for so long, it was as if the rock had absorbed his energy 

and now acted like a kind of giant magnet pulling him toward it. 

 

As he drifted into sleep, Stanley softly sang him the song that had been in his family for generations. 

 

Zero's condition continued to improve. 

 

He was too happy to fall asleep. 

It occurred to him that he couldn't remember the last time he felt happiness. 

It wasn't being sent to Camp Green Lake that had made his life miserable. 

Before that he'd been unhappy at school, where he had no friends, and bullies like Derrick Dunne picked on him. 

No one liked him, and the truth was, he didn't especially like himself. 

He liked himself now. 

He wondered if he was delirious.

 

When the shoes first fell from the sky, he remembered thinking that destiny had struck him. 

Now, he thought so again. It was more a coincidence. It had to be destiny. 

 

Zero spoke slowly, as if searching his brain for memories and clues. 

 

It was better to just let him talk when he felt like it. 

 

The onions had protected them, like Styrofoam packing material. 

 

Sometime in the middle of the afternoon, a cloud drifted across the sky and blocked out the sun. 

It was a welcome relief. Once again, Stanley felt that destiny was on his side. 

 

The sun cut through the cloud, and Stanley felt its rays beating down on him. 

But soon more clouds filled the sky, shading Stanley and his hole. 

 

The Warden had dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep, 

and lines across her forehead and face which seemed exaggerated in the stark morning light. 

Her skin looked blotchy.

 

He felt as if he was walking in a dream, not quite able to comprehend what was going on around him. 

 

She was shorter than Stanley, but somehow gave the appearance of being tall.