"I sighed. "How much?" Well, we haven't gotten that far yet." Yann shrugged. "We wanted to see if you liked it before we got that far." It costs money...." I snorted. "I don't like it."Ivan and Zane showed up finally with something that smelled pretty good to me. Zane started to tell us what it was but Ivan stopped him."If they like it, it's good. If they don't, they don't." Yeah, but what if someone doesn't like..."Ivan chuckled. "These guys eat what I feed them or they don't eat." I'm sure as. Kenny turned on his phone and saw that he received a mass text from one of his good friends, Brian White, Hey guy's good news! I got the lodge for a week, so if you're still in let me know! Kenny let out a grin happy to know that the lodge was all worked out. A few weeks prior, near the end of their final year in high school, Kenny brought up the idea of having one more big get together with all of his closest friends before college started and they were forced to go their separate ways. Brian. As he opened the lid, he immediately noticed that his girlfriend was being buried barefoot, her toe tags still on her feet, pressed between her toes and the silk lining of the foot of the casket. More peculiar though was that a strange black bag had been placed near her right ankle. A closer look on it though made him certain he didn’t want to open it. It was her viscera bag (though he didn’t know the proper term for it), and written on it was that it contained “various organs removed during. A demonstration of your skill could change whether anyone in the school challenges you or any of your friends." I get that it would prevent anyone from attacking Whitney or me. How would it help our friends?" I asked."No one has to know who all has the skills you have," Coach said. "Get all your friends—clan, you call it?—to sit around the mat in gis. Only you and Whitney need to demonstrate. Everyone will assume the rest of the clan is trained or being trained. They won't believe it is safe to.