You know? I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this or not, because
1. I've got enough fanfics as it is
2. I'm not sure how well this would go over
3. I'm not sure how much I would even like this
4......wait....I don't have 4.......
BUT, It was nagging me, and bothering me, and taunting me in the back of my mind (Scary place, back there), until I finally yelled at it to stop....and that I would write it. Write what, you're wondering (Well, I'm sure you really don't care)? Write this, my dear readers! Which I will most likely end up removing anyways, but, if you guys like it, I guess I will keep it up. But, I'm doubting that, so........
onwards we go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Holes, although I would have fainted with excitment by now, and probably would not be able to breathe let alone write this.... I DO Own Kyler and Haven though. The first chapter may seem pretty confusing, but bear with me for a bit. It's from Kyler and Haven's P.O.V.
Seriosuly, stay with me though, what you don't understand will later be revealed in the story.
Chapter 1: In the Begining
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So. Here we are. On a bus. Headed for a Camp for Bad boys. Are we bad boys? I guess I'll let you decide. In our minds, we didn't do anything wrong. Of course, everyone has different opinions. Right or wrong, you usually stand by them, don't you? Well, I do. I stood by my opinion. But, mine wasn't really an opinion. Mine was reality.
But, who's to say, really? Who's to say what's real and what's not?
Well, obviously not us. Not the people who know. Hell, if they'd let the people who actually know what happened tell their story, someone might be declared and found innocent. And they wouldn't want that to happen, now would they?
I'm not saying I am innocent. Maybe I am, maybe I ain't. I'm not sayin' nothing. My brother might disagree, he would crack. He'd tell the truth. He'd tell everybody. That's just the way he wants it. Maybe I don't though. Then again, maybe I do. I wish I could rewind everything. Maybe then it never would have happened.
They just want to forget about us, make us the past. Well, fine then. I'll forget you too.
We wouldn't be here. Heading down this dusty road in a cheap rented bus, handcuffed to the seats. heading down this road to nowhere. At least, that's what it seems. But I know what's waiting for us. I'm not nervous though. I'm ready. Bring it on. 'Cause I've been to hell and back, I've been there, done that. Seen it, felt it. I'm ready and waitin', ready and willin'. So give me all ya' got, world. 'cause I'll take it all on.
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I didn't do it. Didn't do it. Why doesn't anyone believe me? I would never do anything like that. Like that. We wouldn't. I wouldn't. He wouldn't. Wouldn't. Nobody believed us though.
'Guilty'.
Just like that. Like that. It's all changed. They've got it all wrong. All wrong. Just that one word, trapped us forever. It's all different now. Now. I want everyone to know the truth, but no one cares, no one wants to hear it. Hear it. The truth is so much more than they can imagine. But they don't want to imagine, they don't want to know. Want to know. They think that saying we're guilty and sending us away will prevent all further problems, protect the future. The future.
Well, what about us? Us. Yeah, they've all forgotten. What happened before, all those years before, I guess they don't matter any more. Any more. Just sweep us under the rug.
I didn't do it. Didn't do it. How could you say I did? Haven't you known me this long? I thought you knew me. Well I guess I was wrong. Wrong. Wrong all this time, all along.
They think they know what happened. Well, they don't. They don't. They just made it up, we know the truth. You had to chose, to believe us or them. You choose them. Them over us. Over us. You choose the lie over truth, over truth, the dark over light.
It might be fine with him, but it's not with me. With me. I'll never get over it, it'll never be out of me. It'll be in my mind. My mind. Always and forever. Forever. How you believed them, the lies that they told you. All lies. Believe what you want, he said. Well, I wanted you to believe me.
Now, I sit here waiting for what lies ahead. I'm not read, I don't want it. I want to go back, forget all those things. I want to go home again. I want it to be like before.
But it's not about what I want, It's about what I get. Life's not fair, is it. I hate people who say that.
But I can't think about that now. I need to get ready for what's going to happen. Prepare for my future. Even if I don't want it.
Because, it's not just life. Nothing's fair.
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1. I've got enough fanfics as it is
2. I'm not sure how well this would go over
3. I'm not sure how much I would even like this
4......wait....I don't have 4.......
BUT, It was nagging me, and bothering me, and taunting me in the back of my mind (Scary place, back there), until I finally yelled at it to stop....and that I would write it. Write what, you're wondering (Well, I'm sure you really don't care)? Write this, my dear readers! Which I will most likely end up removing anyways, but, if you guys like it, I guess I will keep it up. But, I'm doubting that, so........
onwards we go.
Disclaimer: I do not own Holes, although I would have fainted with excitment by now, and probably would not be able to breathe let alone write this.... I DO Own Kyler and Haven though. The first chapter may seem pretty confusing, but bear with me for a bit. It's from Kyler and Haven's P.O.V.
Seriosuly, stay with me though, what you don't understand will later be revealed in the story.
Chapter 1: In the Begining
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So. Here we are. On a bus. Headed for a Camp for Bad boys. Are we bad boys? I guess I'll let you decide. In our minds, we didn't do anything wrong. Of course, everyone has different opinions. Right or wrong, you usually stand by them, don't you? Well, I do. I stood by my opinion. But, mine wasn't really an opinion. Mine was reality.
But, who's to say, really? Who's to say what's real and what's not?
Well, obviously not us. Not the people who know. Hell, if they'd let the people who actually know what happened tell their story, someone might be declared and found innocent. And they wouldn't want that to happen, now would they?
I'm not saying I am innocent. Maybe I am, maybe I ain't. I'm not sayin' nothing. My brother might disagree, he would crack. He'd tell the truth. He'd tell everybody. That's just the way he wants it. Maybe I don't though. Then again, maybe I do. I wish I could rewind everything. Maybe then it never would have happened.
They just want to forget about us, make us the past. Well, fine then. I'll forget you too.
We wouldn't be here. Heading down this dusty road in a cheap rented bus, handcuffed to the seats. heading down this road to nowhere. At least, that's what it seems. But I know what's waiting for us. I'm not nervous though. I'm ready. Bring it on. 'Cause I've been to hell and back, I've been there, done that. Seen it, felt it. I'm ready and waitin', ready and willin'. So give me all ya' got, world. 'cause I'll take it all on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I didn't do it. Didn't do it. Why doesn't anyone believe me? I would never do anything like that. Like that. We wouldn't. I wouldn't. He wouldn't. Wouldn't. Nobody believed us though.
'Guilty'.
Just like that. Like that. It's all changed. They've got it all wrong. All wrong. Just that one word, trapped us forever. It's all different now. Now. I want everyone to know the truth, but no one cares, no one wants to hear it. Hear it. The truth is so much more than they can imagine. But they don't want to imagine, they don't want to know. Want to know. They think that saying we're guilty and sending us away will prevent all further problems, protect the future. The future.
Well, what about us? Us. Yeah, they've all forgotten. What happened before, all those years before, I guess they don't matter any more. Any more. Just sweep us under the rug.
I didn't do it. Didn't do it. How could you say I did? Haven't you known me this long? I thought you knew me. Well I guess I was wrong. Wrong. Wrong all this time, all along.
They think they know what happened. Well, they don't. They don't. They just made it up, we know the truth. You had to chose, to believe us or them. You choose them. Them over us. Over us. You choose the lie over truth, over truth, the dark over light.
It might be fine with him, but it's not with me. With me. I'll never get over it, it'll never be out of me. It'll be in my mind. My mind. Always and forever. Forever. How you believed them, the lies that they told you. All lies. Believe what you want, he said. Well, I wanted you to believe me.
Now, I sit here waiting for what lies ahead. I'm not read, I don't want it. I want to go back, forget all those things. I want to go home again. I want it to be like before.
But it's not about what I want, It's about what I get. Life's not fair, is it. I hate people who say that.
But I can't think about that now. I need to get ready for what's going to happen. Prepare for my future. Even if I don't want it.
Because, it's not just life. Nothing's fair.
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