Flying Death
He poked his head inside.
“No heartbeats. They always out this late,” he asks
I fish out my phone and sure enough there was a text from mom.
“Punch got inducted tonight, I’m at the party, text me when you’re home.”
My jaw falls at the message, Punch was in? Officially a Flyer? And I wasn’t at the party??
“Who’s Punch,” Hector asks, leaning over my shoulder.
I try to collect myself and put my phone in my pocket.
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