Chapter 5

Boxes, books, bags, and piles of “stuff” filled their arms as they walked into the school early to be ready for the first day of classes for the year. Finally three cars drove up to the dormant and silent Horribly Hard Middle School—a new mauve Lexus sedan, an old blue Ford pick-up truck, and an old, battered, tan Subaru station wagon that had seen better days. A middle-aged man, Mr ... ................
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