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Chapter 2

           Then,Whydidthatwordpopintomyhead?Hescannedtheirfaces,takingineachexpression,judgingthem.Oneboy’seyes,flaredwithhatred,stoppedhimcold.Helookedsoangry,Thomaswouldn’thavebeensurprisedifthekidcameathimwithaknife.Hehadblackhair,andwhentheymadeeyecontact,theboyshookhisheadandturnedaway,walkingtowardagreasyironpolewithawoodenbenchnexttoit.Amulticoloredflaghunglimplyatthetopofthepole,nowindtorevealitspattern.

           Shaken,Thomasstaredattheboy’sbackuntilheturnedandtookaseat.Thomasquicklylookedaway.

           Suddenlytheleaderofthegroupperhapshewasseventeentookastepforward.Heworenormalclothes:blackT-shirt,jeans,tennisshoes,adigitalwatch.ForsomereasontheclothingheresurprisedThomas;itseemedlikeeveryoneshouldbewearingsomethingmoremenacinglikeprisongarb.Thedark-skinnedboyhadshort-croppedhair,hisfacecleanshaven.Butotherthanthepermanentscowl,therewasnothingscaryabouthimatall.

           "It’salongstory,shank,"theboysaid."Piecebypiece,you’lllearnI’llbetakin’youontheTourtomorrow.Tillthen...justdon’tbreakanything."Heheldahandout."Name’sAlby."Hewaited,clearlywantingtoshakehands.

           Thomasrefused.SomeinstincttookoverhisactionsandwithoutsayinganythingheturnedawayfromAlbyandwalkedtoanearbytree,whereheploppeddowntositwithhisbackagainsttheroughbark.Panicswelledinsidehimonceagain,almosttoomuchtobear.

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