Fallout (Crank 3)
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Not looking for trouble. He whips
a U-turn, heads back toward
the party. “I, uh … Thank you.”
It’s all I can say to Trey before a half
pitcher of mojitos comes boiling
up my throat. Talk about burning!
I turn my head and let it fly.
Summer
CONDEMNED
One thing I’ve learned.
Life isn’t fair. Even when
you try to do the right thing,
someone else’s wrong
thing bites you in the ass.
Dad drives drunk. Stoned.
The judge throws the book
at him. Still, it’s me going
away. He’ll be out of jail
long before I escape foster
care. Maybe if I hadn’t
been such a smart-ass to
her, Kortni would have
agreed to keep me in
her care. Probably not.
The State of California
is concerned about your
welfare, Ms. Shreeveport
said when she delivered
the good news. I wish it
were possible to leave you