Eric had had it. He had been minding his own business, deep in thought of what he was going to have to deal with the instant he stepped foot in his doorway

Ever since this morning’s reading in English class when he’d had the odd sense that it was more a scripted argument he was having with an adversary than a

Eric confronted the taller boy. Thoughts of everything he knew about the boy from the last few weeks whipped through his mind, caught in a tempest of

Eric slid into a boxer’s stance. “Yeah! Let’s go!” He growled back. Now the boy called Lan stopped smiling. He could tell Eric was serious.

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