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my
coffee.”
    My mouth drops open. “You said we had a lot
of work to do!”
    She rests her fingers against her chin. “Did
I?” Mom drops her hands and places them on her hips. “Well, what I
meant is you have a lot of work to do.”
    “This isn’t fair!” I protest.
    “Life isn’t fair, Ellory. Maybe you’ll think
twice about what you did.”
    No I won’t. I’d punch that bitch in the face
again in second.
    Mom claps her hands and walks inside. “Get
going.”
    I scowl and watch her slam the garage door.
This freakin sucks.
    The wheel barrel squeaks as I push it to the
front yard. It’s heavy and twice while I push it, the contents
almost spill out all over the ground. It’s almost 6:30 in the
morning and the sun is just beginning to peak over the horizon,
turning the sky from a deep blue to and pink and violet
combination. I’m distracted by its beauty.
    Mom shouts out the window. “Ellory!”
    I look over my shoulder, pick up some hay,
and throw it down forcefully.
    She closes the window and I begin moving down
the first row of soybeans.
    Music blasting from a car stereo reaches me
and I lift my head, watching as Adam drives his yellow Camaro down
the road.
    I scoop up another handful of hay and flick
him off. I hope he sees me.
    An hour passes. Then two. Before I know it, I
realize it’s almost dinnertime. Sweat pours down my face. Wisps of
hair are matted to my cheeks. I’m covered from head to toe in filth
and I know for a fact that I smell like B.O.
    I wipe my forehead with my arm and stifle a
look around the field. Pride swells inside of me. I never thought
I’d be able to finish this job. And I laugh to myself because I’m
so proud.
    Scurrying to the garage, I set the wheel
barrel down. For the first time ever, I think I’d rather be in
school. Then I wish that I was joking about that, but sadly, I’m
not.

Chapter 4: Welcome

    Adam was a devious creature and often thought
of himself that way because he was a hollowed-out shell of what a
human was supposed to be. The shell of a Jordan almond without the
nut inside. So far his acting abilities had been able to fool the
students of Logan High, but Adam was certain his façade wouldn’t
last long. No. He knew the façade wouldn’t last long.
    He drove down the long country road, music
blasting from his stereo, surrounded by vast plains of dirt and
green fields. Adam had only been in Burton for three weeks and he
already despised the place. In a town this small, there was nowhere
to run. Nowhere to hide.
    Stepping on the gas pedal, his eyes widened
as the speedometer climbed past fifty mile mark. Then fifty-five.
Next sixty. He felt a thrill, a rush of adrenaline. The rush wasn’t
the same kind of rush he felt when he saw blood, but it would have
to suffice for now.
    The first house for at least a mile came into
view. A long red brick ranch. Some kind of crop grew in the front
yard. He glanced out his passenger side window, narrowing his eyes
as a girl standing in the middle of the yard flipped him the bird.
He smiled, amused. The girl had wild, ringlets of brown surrounding
her face and he remembered her from school yesterday.
    She’d gawked at him in the school parking
lot. Adam couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something
different about the girl that intrigued him.
    Normally, he was excellent at reading people.
Like a human lie detector, but this girl wasn’t giving him a clear
signal. During that moment in the parking lot, he’d nodded at her
politely, and she seemed to be idealizing him like several of the
other girls he’d come across on his first day at Logan High. After
witnessing her crude gesture he was beginning to wonder if she
thought the opposite and that fascinated him.
    He thought back to his conversation with
Megan White when she’d come up behind him and that moron Blake
while they were talking in front of his car.
    Adam had peeked over his shoulder at the
girl, and then faced Megan. “Who’s that girl?”