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Michael and Bubba went to the mall for lunch shortly after that. It was crowded. Michael remembered when the mall had been nothing but a piddlin..

Nick Grutler did not go to the mall for lunch nor did he attend the afternoon assembly. He didn’t own a car to drive anywhere, and no one ..

Nick did not go to the infirmary. He didn’t know where it was and he didn’t want to run into The Rock and his pals if he were able to..

talking. Sara was feeling pretty good. She was glad she had spoken her mind about the candidates in the assembly that afternoon. The whole count..

Michael Olson was doing inventory at the 7-Eleven when Nick Grutler walked in. Michael had seen Nick at school- it was hard not to see that tall..

Kats,” Michael said, disgusted. “I should have known.” Carl Barber better known as Kats, was a nineteen year- old loser. He had..

Michael owned his own car, an off-white Toyota that had had over a hundred thousand miles on it when he bought it. The interior was clean, and a..

“Ladies,” he said. “My name is Bubba. You may have heard of me. This is my friend, Michael. You may have heard of him too. We a..

Polly McCoy noticed that her arm was bleeding. A drop of red trailed from beneath the bandage inside her left elbow all the way to her wrist. Sh..

No greater truth had ever passed Sara’s lips. After leaving the stadium and heading around the gymnasium, Polly found herself in a disquiet..