“No,” said Mr. Pendanski. “That person is you, Stanley. You're the reason you are here. You're responsible for yourself.
You messed up your life, and it's up to you to fix it. No one else is going to do it for you—for any of you.”
Mr. Pendanski looked from one boy to another. “You're all special in your own way,” he said. “You've all got something to offer.
You have to think about what you want to do, then do it. Even you, Zero. You're not completely worthless.”
The smile was now gone from Zero's face. “What do you want to do with your life?” Mr. Pendanski asked him.
Zero's mouth was shut tight. As he glared at Mr. Pendanski, his dark eyes seemed to expand.
“What about it, Zero?” asked Mr. Pendanski. “What do you like to do?”
“I like to dig holes.” All too soon Stanley was back out on the lake, sticking his shovel into the dirt.
X-Ray was right: the third hole was the hardest. So was the fourth hole. And the fifth hole.
And the sixth, and the... He dug his shovel into the dirt.
After a while he'd lost track of the day of the week, and how many holes he'd dug.
It all seemed like one big hole, and it would take a year and a half to dig it.
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