The girl at camp green lake. (A holes fanfiction)

Epilogue

I sat down in the lawn chair in Caveman's backyard.

It turned out that the treasure chest contained millions of dollars and Caveman and Zero split it right down the middle.

Caveman had enough money to it his family a great new house with a pool. It turned out that Caveman's dad was inventor and had just recently found a cure to foot odor when he was trying to find a way to recycle old sneakers.

Caveman had invited us all to his place and we were all swimming.

Zigzag came and sat down next to me.

"How are you doing?"

I kissed him.

"Much better now." I smiled.

He picked me up.

He walked toward the pool and threw me in.

Cold water splashed all over the deck.

I came up laughing. Zig jumped in and kissed me as Caveman's mom ran out of the house.

"C'mon everybody out of the pool, it's show time!" She called to us.

We all climbed out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and ran toward the house.

We stood in the doorway of the house as we all gathered in front of the TV as a commercial came on.

It was Clyde Livingston.

He was actually here in person watching the commercial

"To my fans I'm known as sweet feet, but to my wife I'm known as."

His wife came onto the screen.

"Stinky feet, none of his teammates wanted to sit next to him in the dugout."

"But that's all over now, thanks to Sploosh."

He held up a spray bottle.

"I just spray a little on each foot every morning."

"And now he really does have sweet feet." Said his wife as the information popped up on the screen.

"Plus I like the tingle." He added.

We all cheered. That one invention made Stanley's family thousands of dollars.

We all grabbed hot dogs and headed out to the patio.

My brothers were waiting for us.

Since Jake and and Ryan helped us with Zigzag, Magnet, and Squid, Caveman invited them to the pool party.

And since my other brothers begged... They were here too.

Charlie was over at the grill with Mr. Yelnats discussing cooking.

Austin and Andrew were in the pool.

Jake and Ryan were begging Clyde Livingston for his autograph.

When zigzag and I sat down on the patio bench at the poolside to eat our hot dogs, Michael squeezed inbetween us.

I pushed him into the pool.

He came us sputtering. His face was a bright red.

I leaned in and kissed Zigzag.

I guess you'll have to fill in the rest of the holes yourself.