" i just looked down atmy hands with nervous butterflies in my stomach and thought back to howit had started.It was eight months earlier, i was sittin... in my room playing on mycomputer, looking at what hormones....female hormones, would do to a boymy age, for as far back as I could remember I've felt like a girl and Iknew that puberty was coming and I dreaded the thought of going throughit as a boy, I saw what it was doing to my brother Mike, he's a freshmanand a year older than me, a natural. But if there was one group that he was probably closest to, it was the track guys, particularly Tom Baraszki. Tom was a middle-distance runner, but he and Danny had gotten to be friends over the course of their track careers. Charlie Panetta’s real name was Carlotta, but all anyone had ever called her was Charlie. It fit. Charlie was everything Danny was not, smallish with an olive complexion, and decidedly bookish. She had been a tomboy when she was younger, with a scrawny, boyish figure. She. Now I had to call Joyce's parents. I was sure they knew by now, but I was close to both of them, particularly Mike, her father. Right from the beginning we hit it off and I really didn't want to lose contact with them, even if their daughter was dumping me."Oh, hello Nora, it's Geoff." Oh, Geoff. I'm so sorry. I just don't understand Joyce. What is she thinking? How could she tear a family apart like that? She said it wasn't your fault ... but ... if that's true, it must be her fault. I'm so. BerVol three eight is a sixteen year old girl we recently trained as a building fire warden for the children’s residence. She’s flat out evacuating children, and she wouldn’t be contacting us if any adult was still able to, so I think she’s the only trained volunteer still on her feet. So get your arse out there. Over.”Lancer’s response is a very soft, “Shit! Affirmative, out.”The SceneMajor Lancer leads twenty-two emergency service vehicles onto the site: a mix of fire trucks, ambulances,.