Web´s Liars

or you-or fathers, rather. My father had rather impulsively decided it was time to forge

population 1,517-just enough people to plant some fence posts to

ittle adventure". You don't want to know what I called the place. Needles

and from the shelves all morning, leaving my muscles burning with fatigue and my skin chaffed from cardboard corners. The card

t inside I could feel the mental tirade beginning with a tinge

course not! Because my feelings meant nothing. He just had t

ent his time. He'd even used up the school fund that he and mom had set aside for me so that I'd have some cash for colle

ll myself together. I almost hadn't made it to the funeral. The viewing had been a nightmare, shaking all those hands and

om my mind as I bega

every Saturday morning. And mom's favourite cat. Dad had even stopped working at the University because my mom had taken some upgrading classes there o

'd haphazardly slapped onto the shelf. I'm working in Mr. Splint

It wouldn't change anything. There were lots of kids that had to work

on. I could room with Beth and Tia just like we'd always planned. E

inter Bridge was a weird place. In fact, it was downright odd. I mean, who expects to walk down a street a

t dark aura around it. Which is really weird. Part o

th her hands on her hips. Sue Cortino. She was the owner and manager of Mr. Splint

multaneous half-smile. I'm pretty sure I didn't convi

r that was mussed because she was always messing with it. Part of her whole "the customers are being

you work here. But you need to be a little more careful with the goods

t I'm not exactly your most diplomatic person. What exactly was I supposed to say? "Sorry for slamming