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PROLOGUE

GUMBY – 1997, ARIZONA

“The fuck you doin’ boy?” Will’s dad deainst the back of Will’s head The soda that had been an inch fro a spray of sugary liquid all over the paperback in his lap “Thirteen-year-old boy at a godda” His father shook his head, clearly disgusted

Nothing new there

“It’s hoot a test on the first three chapters Monday ?

“Pay so like a fuckingup the stateed burp somehow set him a level above the rest of the men in the stands

Speaking of…

As Will turned the novel over on his lap, careful to keep the wet pages flat, he did a quick scan of the crowd Sure enough, lances and whispers were directed his and his father’s way

Nothing new there, either

Will’s family was trash, plain and si the su side of the tracks and going to a crappy public school to still living on the wrong side of the tracks but now attending a public school across town

Where the rich kids went

The middle school he now attended was chock full of the snobbiest kids he’d ever hinis and Ferraris Kids ore jeans that cost et

His father fucking loved it Felt the fact his rundoo-bedroom shack somehow ended up in a new school district meant his status in life had elevated

What a joke