He took back roads all the way there, kicking up a huge trail of dust behind his dark blue mustang enjoying the play even though he knew he would be d...oing hell on his paint job with gravel chips. He even used the bubble light that had sat on the back seat of his car in its original plastic since he had gotten it. He arrived on the scene in fifteen minutes, something the Sheriff would have had his ass for, considering he lived some twenty miles away. It was hard to mistake which house he was. Lourdes mumbled an indifferent greeting and told John she would meet him on the bus. All the guys in the group had a cockiness to them. They seemed too sure of themselves, too confident, and it made John nervous. He was in band when he was in school, part of the Band Geek crowd. The only thing he lettered in was the alphabet. He was a world away from this group in terms of confidence. He knew it and he knew that they knew it too. All of they guys were in excellent shape and it was obvious they. Unlike most Americans, my mother isn't a coward. She knows the lives of her children are more likely to be ended by a garbage truck slamming into our Japanese roller skate while driving us to school than by a stranger kidnapping us while we walked to it."A right punishment for them, if one did." She claimed, pinching my side. We walked to school. Lynn and Shelley's primary school was only ten blocks away. Rodney and I walked together across three main streets and two back alleys to get to high. I had brought, wrapped up in a smaller towel, a real surprise, just in case I found a use for it. I was hoping that I would. I lay in the sun and took a sip of my soda. Wearing my sun glasses, I got a good look at the tree trimmer. He couldn’t tell, through my mirrored shades, whether I was looking right at him or not. He was a young man, about twenty-something, as far as I could tell. He was wearing a hard hat, so I couldn’t really tell very much about his hair. He had his shirt.