.and what was going to happen to her? The doors opened. The crated was lifted by a forklift, it tilted a bit and bumped. Fear and panic swept thru ...ynthia. She felt her box bump, skid, slide, and jolt into the bed of a pick up. She screamed.?Not yet Missy. Save that for later, much later... you’ll need all the fight you’ve got.??See you tonight.? Another voice called out. The pick-ups engine caught at the first turn of the key. Cynthia bumped along the road in the back of a pick-up.... “Well, good morning you two.” “Morning Molly,” Ellie said looking guiltily at her coffee mug, “Good morning Mol, how did you sleep?” “More than you two did, Caleb.” Molly winked at Caleb, and Caleb and Molly both busted out laughing while Ellie stood there blushing to herself. She refused to make eye contact with Molly which was very strange. “Hey, um Ellie, will you help me pick out something to wear since it is the first day of classes since spring break?” “That’s okay, I can take a hint. A boy is Truth with dirt on his face. Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and Hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.When you are busy a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of noise. When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly or else he becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle creature bent on destroying the world and himself with it.A boy is a composite—he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-size. “Of course, Coach,” I answer as he grins. “If Megan doesn’t want to be with me then there is nothing I can do about it. Life goes on.”“Good!” Coach Taylor sighs. “Because we have a good chance of winning regional’s and possibly taking state. The football team is a lost cause this year after Carl hurt his leg over the summer in an accident.” I hold back a smile, knowing that the accident was me. “We have to let a cocky boy from California that thinks he knows everything and won’t listen to the.