This is just the first chapter. Of course it's not addictive right away, but bear with me, I promise you're in for an adventure, I'm just not fantastic at, er... cliff-hangers :$

I don't own holes. I wish I did, but *voice trails off* I hope you like it as much as I like reviews. please review it, I've reviewed every fanfic I've read so far because I know how much effort goes into these non-profit things.

Annalise St Bride grabbed her suitcase and slid into the awaiting taxi-cab, relieved to be out of the pelting rain. "It was raining cats and dogs" her mother would have said.

"Where to, young missy?" drawled the driver, looking her up and down. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat and tugging her coat around herself, she unfolded the piece of soaking wet paper, squinting to read it. The rain had caused the ink to run. Although she liked to keep her appearance professional, and rain was always an inconvenience in that department, she loved everything about it. The cold of the water as it landed on her face, the soothing sound, the lush green of everything after a shower. And most particularly, she loved how it fell from the heavens, how a single drop could fall unnoticed yet a great number could cause a storm. Annalise cleared her voice. "Texas. Camp Greenlake", she said, briskly, silently bidding farewell to the rain.

***

"Is this some sort of sick joke?" Warden exclaimed stepping into the room, more than a hint of threat in her tone. Mr. Sir jumped from his position on the couch, ready with an excuse to defend himself. "It was the doin' of the d-te-"

"Excuse me?" The Warden brusquely cut him off, leering dangerously close to Mr. Sir, her eyes wide, wild.

Doctor Pendanski spoke, climbing out from under a chair. "This morning the boys of D Tent, Alan, I think, in the mess hall… It was at breakfast." He grinned as though his report had been a success. Mr. Sir silently chuckled his "I'm glad it's you and not me" crossed with the "you're doomed" laugh, as he backed away until he blended in to the background, leaving Dr Pendanski to deal with the Warden's wrath.

There was a pause. Warden kicked him angrily in the shin and he let out a loud wail. Without missing a beat, Warden turned and stormed back out of the room, headed for D tent. There was no way she would allow those boys to get away with this insolent stunt.

***

At the time it had seemed funny enough. It was the crack of dawn and everybody was getting ready for some serious digging, like it was their first priority in life, whether they wanted it to be or not. Still, X-ray tried his best to enjoy it.

"Hey little man" said X, slapping Zero on the back; half friendly, half belittlingly. Zero said nothing and walked on. X-Ray matched his pace, dramatically, not oblivious to his audience of fellow D-Tent-ers. "Howdya feel about doin' me a little favour? You wanna dig my hole for me, boy?" He held out his shovel for the younger boy, but let it fall to the ground, knowing he wouldn't take it. X-Ray lay down on the ground, closing his eyes, savouring the relazxing moment. It was cut short. He jumped a mile, as did the others, and all eyes turned to where the clatter had come from. Zigzag stood grinning from ear to ear, his eyes as wide as saucers, at his own little joke.

All eyes went from Zigzag to the scene of the noise. Zigzag's shovel lay on top the roof of the mess hall. "Zig, what'd you do that for, are you crazy, man?" cried Armpit in a hushed tone. "If you've got no shovel how're you gonna dig your hole?"

Zigzag obviously hadn't considered this. OR HAD HE? :O

As I said, you're in for an adventure, believe me.