2 Following

Burning up

The book i have just started reading is about this girl named Macey who lives in her hometown, conneticut. Macey is suppose to do a research paper and she decides to write about this barn that was burned down in 1959 wich is across the street from her grandparents. But the thing is is when she asks her relatives who lived long enough to remember what happened to the barn and the story behind it, no one wants to answer the questions she asks them.  But when one of her friends becomes the victim of the city they live in, something inside of macey clicks. She starts to think twice about people in that town and she has to discover her own true colors and face the truth about that barn that burned down.

Holes #2

In my book The character Stanley Yelnats is walking home from school and he ends up at the wrong spot at the wrong time because because anything happens to him there is this kid named Zero who's mom abandoned him so he is on his own. Well he ends up going to this shelter for the homeless and he see's these sneakers that were worn by this famous baseball player Clyde Livingston. He ends up taking them because he needs shoes and he doesn't think that there special shoes that were to be auctioned off. Zero is walking on this bridge and the next thing he knows is that there is cop sirens going off and they are heading his way. He gets scared so he takes off the shoes and throws them off the bridge and that's when Stanley ends up at the wrong place at the wrong time. The shoes come down and hit him in the head. Stanley knows who's shoes they are because there is big red x's in the back of the shoe and he is a major Clyde Livingston fan. The cops end up catching Stanley with the shoes so he is ordered to go to court. The only reason the police think he is guilty is because in Stanley's room, there is posters of Clyde hanging on his wall. The court orders Stanley to either go to Camp Green Lake, or Jail and Stanley says "well I've never been to a camp before?" so he ends up going to the camp.