Hoot
“Roy muttered.
“Big deal. I’m missing soccer practice,” said Beatrice.
“What about Dana?”
“He’ll live.”
It wasn’t Mr. Ryan who’d saved Roy from a whupping in the closet; it was Beatrice Leep. She had left Dana Matherson stripped down to his underpants and trussed to the flagpole in front of the administration building at Trace Middle School. There, Beatrice had “borrowed” a bicycle, forcefully installed Roy on the handlebars, and was now churning at a manic pace toward an unknown destination.
Ro...y wondered if this was a kidnapping, in the legal sense of the term. Surely there must be a law against one kid snatching another kid from school property.
“Where are we going?” He expected Beatrice to ignore the question, as she had twice before.
But this time she answered: “Your house.”
“What?”
“Just be quiet, okay? I’m in no mood, cowgirl.”
Roy could tell by her tone of voice that she was upset.
“I need a favor,” she told him. “Right away.”
“Sure.MoreLess
“Big deal. I’m missing soccer practice,” said Beatrice.
“What about Dana?”
“He’ll live.”
It wasn’t Mr. Ryan who’d saved Roy from a whupping in the closet; it was Beatrice Leep. She had left Dana Matherson stripped down to his underpants and trussed to the flagpole in front of the administration building at Trace Middle School. There, Beatrice had “borrowed” a bicycle, forcefully installed Roy on the handlebars, and was now churning at a manic pace toward an unknown destination.
Ro...y wondered if this was a kidnapping, in the legal sense of the term. Surely there must be a law against one kid snatching another kid from school property.
“Where are we going?” He expected Beatrice to ignore the question, as she had twice before.
But this time she answered: “Your house.”
“What?”
“Just be quiet, okay? I’m in no mood, cowgirl.”
Roy could tell by her tone of voice that she was upset.
“I need a favor,” she told him. “Right away.”
“Sure.MoreLess
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