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I Never Think Of An Entire Book At Once. I Always Just Start With A Very Small Idea. In 'holes,' I Just Began With The Setting; A Juvenile Correctional Facility Located In The Texas Desert. Then I Slowly Make Up The Story, And Rewrite It Several Times, And Each Time I Rewrite It, I Get New Ideas, And Change The Old Ideas Around.

Part Of Me Becomes The Characters I'm Writing About. I Think Readers Feel Like They Are There, The Way I Am, As A Result.

Wayside School Is Falling Down, Falling Down, Falling Down, Wayside School Is Falling Down My Fair Lady. Kids Go Splat As They Hit The Ground, Hit The Ground, Hit The Ground, Kids Go Splat As The Hit The Ground My Fair Lady . Broken Bones And Blood And Gore, Blood And Gore, Blood And Gore, Broken Bones And Blood And Gore My Fair Lady. We Don't Have To Go To School No More, School No More, School No More, We Don't Have To Go To School No More My Fair Lady.

Warning: Do Not Read This Story Right After Eating. In Fact, Don't Read It Right Before Eating Either. In Fact, Just To Be Safe, Don't Read This Story If You're Ever Planning To Eat Again.

Not Everyone Is As Nice As Us.