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Chapter 3

           "Nothin’Isay’lldoyouanygood,"hesaid."I’mbasicallystillaNewbie,too.ButIcanbeyourfriend"

           "Idon’tneedfriends,"Thomasinterrupted.

           He’dreachedthedoor,anuglyslabofsun-fadedwood,andhepulleditopentoseeseveralstoic-facedboysstandingatthefootofacrookedstaircase,thestepsandrailingstwistedandangledinalldirections.Darkwallpapercoveredthewallsofthefoyerandhallway,halfofitpeelingoff.Theonlydecorationsinsightwereadustyvaseonathree-leggedtableandablack-and-whitepictureofanancientwomandressedinanold-fashionedwhitedress.ItremindedThomasofahauntedhousefromamovieorsomething.Therewereevenplanksofwoodmissingfromthefloor.

           Theplacereekedofdustandmildewabigcontrasttothepleasantsmellsoutside.Flickeringfluorescentlightsshonefromtheceiling.Hehadn’tthoughtofityet,buthehadtowonderwheretheelectricitycamefrominaplaceliketheGlade.Hestaredattheoldwomaninthepicture.Hadshelivedhereonce?Takencareofthesepeople?

           "Hey,look,it’stheGreenbean,"oneoftheolderboyscalledout.Withastart,Thomasrealizeditwastheblack-hairedguywho’dgivenhimthelookofdeathearlier.Helookedlikehewasfifteenorso,tallandskinny.Hisnosewasthesizeofasmallfistandresembledadeformedpotato."ThisshankprobablyklunkedhispantswhenheheardoldBennybabyscreamlikeagirl.Needanewdiaper,shuck-face?"

           "Myname’sThomas."Hehadtogetawayfromthisguy.

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