Magic Transportation, LLC


Chapter 4

Magic Transportation, LLC

 

Carl turned and looked at Peggy who was looking at him. “Gods and Goddesses?” he said.

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Peggy slowly started to smile, “Goddesses?”

 

“Alien most likely!” Carl said.

He watched as Peggy wander back over to the swing. He heard her murmuring to herself, “Fairies? Brownies? Elves!”

Carl left his aunt’s house with his mother and headed to the hardware store. “Why do you need to go to the hardware store Carl?”

 

“I need some things to help me clean up our lot. Later I’m going to need a lot more things to expand my lab.”

“Well, don’t forget you’ve got to get back to school tomorrow.”

“Yeah, from what the Agent said, I’m probably going to need to replace almost all my things.”

 

“I know we may have to hold off on some things, this is going to cost us a lot; especially replacing the house. I don’t know if we can get another one as good for the insurance money when we get it.”

 

“In the meantime we need to lease us another place to live so we can get out of my sister’s home!”

 

“Yeah, sleeping on the couch is really awkward for me. Peggy is up a lot at night and she just wanders in. Last night she climbed in to the couch with me. Let me tell you that was startling, when I woke with her hugging me in her sleep.”

 

“Oh,oh! I see, I bet that was funny.”

“Well mom, she’s more like my sister than a cousin or anything else. I would not want to wake up with my sister hugging me in her sleep!”

 

“Okay, then while you are in the store, I’ll be on the phone to a property management firm trying to find a house.”

 

“Yeah, do that mom!”

 

Carl got out of the car and hurried into the local hardware store. It was not the cheapest being one of the old family type stores. It stayed in business through service and location, being almost centered to the older residential area of town.

 

He was wandering around looking at everything. Every time he came in it happened. He would get absorbed in seeing the myriad of items the store stocked.

 

“Can I help you son?” An elderly employee had walked up behind him.

“Oh yes, sorry. It seem every time I come in you have something else I had never seen. I need some strong plastic wrap, or sheeting.”

 

“How strong, does it need to be flexible or ridged?”

“It needs to be strong, but flexible is a plus. Especially if it can be folded up after being used so that it can be stored”

 

“We got some rolls of polyvinyl that is fairly strong but cuts easily. It’s over here.” He turned and headed toward the rear where the painting supplies were displayed.

 

“We only sell by the roll, and the shortest is 100 feet by 20 feet. That is $11.99 which is pretty cheap. The roll is 5 feet wide as it is folded twice before being rolled up.”

 

Carl picked up the roll or tried to, it was heavy! “Wow, you would not think it be so heavy.”

He examined the edges of the sheet and saw that it was very flexible and strong.

 

“This is just what I need! I’ll take it.” The man tilted the roll up on its edge then let it fall over his shoulder, straightened up and carried it to the front cash registered. Carl watched; he estimated that roll weighted a good 80 pounds. But the elderly man had handled it as if it weighed nothing.

 

He laid the roll on the counter. He saw Carl staring at him as he turned to walk away. Smiling at Carl he softly said.

“Technique, son, it’s always about the technique do it right and you have no problems. Sloppy and I could have pulled my back.”

The girl rang up the roll of plastic, charging it to the credit card he handed her. When she tried to move the roll she grunted and stepped back, looking around for help. Carl went over and got a shopping buggy. He placed it against the counter, and slid the roll edgewise into the cart.

“I’ll bring the cart right back.”

With his mother’s help it took no time to slide the roll into the back seat.

 

“Now I need some foot wear to work in, these shoes you got for me are okay for school but not around a work area.”

“I guess it’s going to be Payless then Carl.” His mother said.  

 

 

“This area over here is out of the way and we will not need to work on it for weeks. There is nothing cluttering up the area, and no leaks or anything to damage your things if you stored them here.”

 

Carl was looking this part of the warehouse over. His Uncle Rick was right this would be perfect as a temporary storage.

“Uncle Rick, could you help me bring that roll of plastic in here? I am going to need a clear area to cut it and this place is perfect.”

 

“Sure Carl, let me get a dolly.”

In no time his uncle rolled the plastic roll into the warehouse and over to the area they had designated as storage for Carl’s family.

 

Using a tape measure from his Uncle, Carl rolled the plastic out and cut it when he had material enough to cover the area. Then he did it two more times. Leaving the roll behind, Carl folded up the two extra pieces he had cut and returned them to his uncle’s car. Returning inside he took the final cut piece and unrolled the plastic. It covered the area they were going to use for storage.

 

Carl waited a minute until his uncle got busy with something else then did a quick enchantment. The plastic flattened itself out and held tight to the floor it was lying on.

 

“Whenever you’re ready Uncle Rick; you can just drop me off at our house. I can make it back over to your place later on my own.”

 

As we drove off from the warehouse he noticed his Uncle Rick looking at him.

“What you going to do boy, some of that magic you and Peggy been doing?”

Carl thought for a minute, “Yeah, I going to move our house into your Warehouse space.”

They swerved for a second but his uncle got control of it. “That’s going to be one hell of trick!”

“Yeah, and one of the reason I want to do it at night. Once everything is in the warehouse then mom can sort out what is damaged from the undamaged things. We are going to be hurting for money soon.”

 

“Hum, can you move other thing not just your house?”

“I guess, I am really just learning Uncle Rick. Why?”

 

“I own this old warehouse Carl. Lock stock and barrel as they say.  I plan on using it to store things I purchase for resell. One of my big expenses is hauling those things back to here.”

 

“Right now, I’ve a chance to pick up a broken down Caterpillar real cheap. With a little elbow grease, I can triple the money I spend. But the cost for hauling it in is huge. If you can do it, then I can pay you, and I save money and time.”

“That sounds great! If I can make some money it will help to make up for what happen at our house.”

“It’s a deal then. Let see what happens with your house, if that works we can see what ‘Magic Transportation Company’ can do for me.” He laughed.

 

Two hours later they pulled up in front of Carl’s old home. At first it looked just like the last time he remembered being here. Then you noticed the broken window panes. The house appeared to have a lean to it now. Carl and his uncle got out and began to walk around the house examining as much as they could without entering it.

 

From the rear you could see that most of the damage had happened where the kitchen had been. It was no longer there, the room above the kitchen was gone also.

Using the flashlights they had brought with them Carl peered in and saw that the floor above the basement was gone. It became obvious with a closer examination that something in the basement had exploded. It had blown the basement right up through the kitchen and out the second floor roof.

 

“Wow! How did I survive that?”

“Where were you Carl?” his uncle asked.

Carl pointed down and to the side in the open basement.

“Right over there is the last thing I remember Uncle Rick.”

“Well, either you are the luckiest person on earth or one of the Star Trek shields you and Peggy have been talking about was around you.”

 

“That’s it! All the action was inside a circle that was cast around the working area. It directed the majority of the blast directly upward!”

 

“I sure will remember that. Never cast a major spell without a circle first!” Carl paused, thinking then he looked at his Uncle.

 

“Uncle Rick, do you still keep that camera in your truck?”

 

“Yeah, I take pictures of things I find that I am not sure about and look them up in catalogs and on the internet it helps me price them.”

 

“We need to record this. Peggy needs to see what can happen if you’re not careful.”

 

His uncle looked him dead in the face; and his eyes widened, than he looked back at the damage done to the house.

 

“Yikes! Yeah, let me get the camera real quick.”

 

Carl went with him and got the folded up sheets of plastic out of the rear of the truck. His uncle came back with his digital camera and began shooting pictures of the house from the front to the back. Then he took dozens of close ups of the basement up through the kitchen area and the roof.

 

While he was taking pictures, Carl had laid the first sheet of plastic sheet across the front of the house and along each side. The last sheet he stretched across the back of the house.  He stepped back afterwards and waited for his uncle to finish.

 

“I guess that’s enough. I will email you copies of all the pictures Carl. You need to keep track of what you do also.”

 

“Thanks, I know, for a couple reasons. As a warning of what happen when you make a mistake and as a help to learning.”

 

They stood there for a couple of minutes, neither of them making a move or saying anything.

 

“Egh? Carl, do you want me to go back to my truck?”

“Oh, no Uncle Rick, in fact I would appreciate it if you stayed with me. I was just thinking. ‘How the hell am I going to do this?’ It one thing to casually say I’m going to move our house from this lot to your warehouse, but when the actual act has to be done I’ve got to overcome my own fear of failure.”

“Do you know how you are going to do it?”

“Yes, it’s similar to how I got into your house through the shields Peggy had put up.”

“So, you know that it will work?”

“Well, like I said your house proved the concept works.”

“So this is just stage fright then?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I remember what I was told. The first time I had to stand up at the Mule-deer Lodge and give a speech. Imagine everybody sitting bare ass on the toilet. Do it boy!”

 

Carl grinned at his Uncle. Then he began to walk around the house in a circle. He chanted a little saying as he did so.

 

“Around and around the house we go

Bind, bind and bind this place

Cover, cover and cover it again

Plastic, plastic from ground to roof.

Cover, cover the house is covered.

Bind the house in plastic tight.”

Three times he did this circling the house counter clock wise.  As he passes his uncle he noticed him staring at the house with his mouth gaping wide. Carl glanced at the house and almost stumbled. The plastic was creeping up the walls of the house. 

 

He stopped at the end of his third complete circling of the house and looked at what he had done. The house was completely covered in plastic; in fact it looked like it had been shrink-wrapped as the plastic was ‘skin tight’ on the house.

“Wow, that’s something else son. If this works I can see great things for the ‘Magic Transportation, LLC’ in the future.”

 

“Now, that will hold the house together so it does not fall apart when it gets to the warehouse. This is the big one. With that he chanted the formula he had invented.

“a=A, b=B, a+b = A+B” he visualized the steps he had taken one big roll of plastic. Three cut sheets from one roll. All sheets were one sheet, one sheet is in the warehouse all sheets are in the warehouse.  There was a loud whoosh and a glowing hemisphere appeared over the house than collapsed.

 

Carl and his Uncle Rick stood there looking into a gaping hole in the ground. The house and all its contents had disappeared. Carl looked at the lot with the scattered rubbish left over from the damage to the house.

 

“Backup Uncle!” he warned him. The he visualized what he wanted and pulled energy. A cyclone appeared in the middle of the lot. As it whirled it sucked up all the loose trash and then even the ground excavating an area twice the size of the previous basement. Then it rose and disappeared into the sky headed for the local dump.

 

Next he melted the earth hardening the walls and floor of the newly excavated basement. His final act was to create a barrier to keep people out of the lot so they did not fall into the hole.

 

He was tired, being able to create energy from nothing or zero-point space meant he had not had to use his own energy to do the spell. Most old style Practitioners of the Arts would have had to do that, but the mental effort to hold the thoughts and visualization was still hard work.

 

He took a deep breath and rested for a moment. His uncle eased forward but was stopped by the invisible barrier.

“Boy you are just full of surprises! That a $5,000 excavation and you did it in minutes not days.”

 

“I am tired! That took a lot out of me.”

“Well if you’re through here let’s get going.”

“Could we stop at the warehouse? Just to be sure the house made it, Uncle.”

“Can’t think of a reason not to; a few to do.” His uncle said.

At this late hour it took almost no time to reach the warehouse. Inside they found the house all bundled up and shrink wrapped waiting to be opened.

 

Carl took a second look, the house appeared taller than it should. Stepping closer he tried to see through the plastic sheeting around the house.

“Well I be darn! Look at that.” His uncle Rick exclaimed.

 

Carl did look, the house was taller, the basement and the ground around it supporting the house was now wrapped in plastic sheeting. That wrapping was holding all of it together.

“Uncle Rick, Mom’s going to need some help getting into the house when she comes over here to sort through everything.”

 

“I can help there Carl. I will throw a staircase up to the first floor and anchor it so she has no problems.”

“Thanks Uncle.”

“Boy, I want you and me to go partners in a business I’m thinking about. I bring my business skills and contacts. You bring your magic. If you agree I can have my Lawyer draw up LLC papers and we will be in business within the week.”

 

“What kind of business Uncle Rick?”

“A little of this and a little of that. First, transportation of heavy awkward objects. Then the demolition and excavating business”

“Our big profits will be in the lack of expenses. No big trucks or drivers to haul things around. Then no equipment to dig or blow things up or down.”

 

“Like that basement you dug tonight the cost for something like that is around $5,000 and take maybe two whole days. You did that in less than an hour.”

 

“I don’t know Uncle Rick, Mom might not like it.”

“Your mother like my wife is conservative. If they had their way we’d still be cooking Mammoth over an open fire.” Carl laughed. He could see it in his head. His mother, basting a haunch of Mammoth over an open flame. “Yeah, you are probably right but still she’s my mom.”

 

“What I want is your agreement, I will convince the parents. Also, I can’t have my partner getting beaten up so tomorrow we find you a martial art studio and you learn self defense. I can’t have my partner getting shit kicked out of him. Don’t worry I will pay for it.”

 

 

The next morning Carl was dropped off at the high school by his Mom. Everybody was staring at him. He guesses he looked a sight. He had a bandage on his head, an arm in a sling and he walked with a limp. These were all injuries from the explosion.

 

Now he hobbled down the hallway to his first class of the day. Being a little early he was the first person in his Physics class. At least he would not have those four dumb jerks picking on him here. They had to take a non-academic science course such as geology. They would never qualify for any courses such as Physics, Chemistry or even Biology.

 

The Physics at least kept his mind in the classroom. Laura Taltson kept her eye on him through the whole class period. This was a little nerve racking as she was one of the prettiest girls in school. When class was dismissed she hung back watching as Carl loaded his books into his back pack. At which point, she asked the question he was totally unprepared for.

“Can I carry you backpack for you?”

 Carl froze looking at her with his mouth gaping. “egh eh egh, what did you say?”

“I asked if I could help carry your backpack.”

Carl just stared at her, but finally he had to answer. “Yeah, I would appreciate it.”

 

She reached over and grabbed his backpack by the shoulder strap. Then she turned and followed him out of the class. That was when he remembered she was in his Government class as well as his Physics class.

 

They walked in silence until almost at the Government class room. “What happened to you?”

Carl did a quick glance at her, “We had an explosion in our basement last week. I got caught in it.”

 

“Oh! My Dad mentioned that, I did not know it was you, though. He did say that it was a mystery, that they did not know what could have done it.”

This was the first time that Carl had been able to talk to Laura. She was a popular girl in school, as attested by how many times someone would say something to her as they walked to their Government class.  She was also a take charge type person. She maneuvered him into a seat next to her on the front row, and then helped him get his books and papers out of the backpack.

 

Carl did not know what was happening. Laura was definitely visible everywhere in school that day. She escorted him to his next class which she was not in. When he exited that class she was waiting outside to take his backpack. The final class of the day his calculus class she was again waiting for him.

 

“Laura, what are you up too? I really appreciated your help today. But this is the first time you paid any attention to me except to say ‘Hi’ as you sat down near me.”

There was a quiet paused. “That’s not quite true.  You helped me in middle school when I fell down. You made sure I got to my classes and carried my books. Then you just faded away when I no longer limped.”

 

“Oh, you feel that you owe me for that?”

“No, I never felt that way. I just remember how nice you were to me. Now I got a chance to get to know you better. You are going to take longer than my skinned knee took to get well.” She looked at him and smiled.

Carl moved to an empty bench outside the school and sat down. Laura joined him. “My mother will be here to pick me up soon.”

“Oh, that means we can talk. I noticed ages ago, you are in the advanced course program.”

“Yeah, just like you are.”

“Yeah, I am not sure what I want to do. But college is sure in the works. This way I’m getting a lot of courses that will take care of my first year in college. I am hoping to get some scholarship money to help out. Firemen don’t make a lot of money.”

“The insurance company is giving us a lot of bull about paying up. Until then we cannot get us another house.  My Mom was looking today to lease a place. We have to replace everything.”

“Wow, everything?”

“Yeah, look, new shoes, new jeans, new shirts and even new backpack. We might be able to salvage something but now much.”

“My gosh, I don’t know what I would do if I had to replace everything.”

“You might ask your dad, he must see things like this all the time. I learned that you can get separate insurance for your belongings. We only had our house insurance.”

They sat there for awhile in comfortable silence. Then his mother pulled up. “Laura, let us drop you off at your house.” Carl said as he stood up.

She looked at his mother hesitantly, “Okay I guess, if it’s not too far out of your way.”

They got into his mother’s car. As they sat down in the back seat Carl explained to his mother. “Mom, this is Laura Taltson, she has given me a hand all day. Can you drop her off at her house?”

 

“Sure, hi Laura, where do you live?”

“2345 Oliver St.” she said softly.

“Oh that no problem, that two block off of Taylor street where I was going.”

So that sat back and relax as his mother drove them to Laura’s house. It was a nice single story house in the middle of the block.

Laura turned to get out of the car but stop as Carl rested his hand on her arm. Looking at him, she saw a nice smile on his face. “Laura, as soon as I am able to get around better I am taking you out to a dinner.”

He moved his hand and watched as she exited the car and hurried to her front door there she turned and waved at him.

 

“She appears to be a nice girl Carl.”

“Yes she’s in half of my classes; in my first class as I was getting my things together she offered to carry my backpack. I was shocked speechless; a girl, offering to carry my books. She is a very popular girl in school. We got a lot of strange looks. I’m going to take her out to dinner later when I have recovered more.”

 

“Good! Now here is where I was going.” She pulled up in front of a two story brick house. A sign in front with the name of a real estate company and saying ‘For Lease’ told why they were here.

 

“Mom! This place is bigger than our home. Can we afford to rent it?”

“Yeah, there’s a problem with it. They would love to sell this place. From what I leaned they can’t keep it occupied. They can’t get an offer for it. They will rent it for $500 a month with a six month lease.”

Carl turned and looked at his mom. “What wrong with it. I may not know much about real estate. But I know that our mortgage was like $1,100 a month, and house payments are less then rent.”

 

“There is this thing in law where you have to tell the truth about conditions of a house before you can sell it. I got the facts out of them. It’s haunted. A whole family was murdered by some home invasion people six years ago. Nobody since has been able to spend more than two weeks in the house.”

“I took a chance bases on what I’ve seen you and Peggy doing. We will buy it when you tell me it’s cleared.’

“So let inspect it.” She said getting out of the car. Carl got out of the back seat and joined his mother as she walked up to the front door.

She inserted the key and opened the door. Carl gripped her arm as she started to step inside. “My turn Mom.”

He pulled her away from the open door. Turning he began to walk around the house counter clock wise. Under his breath he began a chant. He felt the beginning of the wards building up as he completed his second circle. His mother had retreated back to the car. He felt the pressure increasing as a resistance was encountered. With a twist of his mind a miniature sun appeared and began to feed him energy. He in turn used that energy to sweep the house from basement to attic.

Just as he approached the last couple of steps needed to complete the third circle there was a flash of light and a glowing portal appeared with a ‘whoosh’ multiple balls of light flashed from the house into the glowing portal. He made the last step and the circle of protection was completed. The glowing portal faded and everything appeared normal once more.

 

He turned to look for his mother and she was standing in the street on the other side of her car. Her eyes were huge and her hand was over her mouth.

“I think its okay Mom. Come on let inspect it.”

It was a much nicer house than the one they had been living in. Downstairs was a kitchen, dining room, living room, den or office area with lots of outlets.  Off the kitchen was what his mother called wash room. It had washers and dryer connections with an exit to a garage.

There was actually a three car garage. On the other side of the kitchen, there was a pantry with lots of room and shelves. The basement entrance was in the garage. The door from the garage was in an alcove that had stairs going up and down.

After inspecting the basement, which was almost twice the size of their previous basement they took the stairs all the way up to the second floor which had a door leading into the upper hall way. The hallway ended to one side almost immediately at a door that opened into an apartment build over the garage. It has a small kitchenette a large bedroom and its own huge bathroom. Carl took one look at it and said mentally ‘MINE!’

There were three more bedrooms two across the hall from each other and at the end of the hallway an even larger Master Bedroom. Coming back out of the master bedroom they found a hall bathroom right next to the master bedroom bathroom.

Carl looked at his mother, “Can we buy it? Can we afford it?”
His mother had a look of shock on her face he could hear her muttering, “$500” over and over to herself. Finally she pulled some papers out of her purse and began to examine them closely.

Carl learned later that the contract his mother had signed gave her the option of buying the property in the next six months at a ridiculously low amount. She told him the amount was about a third what the house should be worth.

“Is it haunted Carl?”

“Not anymore, I have no idea what it was, maybe just an energy trap from the violence, but it’s clean now. And as soon as I add a few more things it will never happen again.”

Even as he was telling his mother this he was reinforcing his wards. They were already at what he conceived to be ‘Level 10 Shields’ the place would survive a zero point targeted nuclear blast. He expanded the shielded area to the property lines. Then he put up an inner shield.

 

In the basement he reinforced all the foundation and structural supports. Then he hardened the floors and walls and put in more wards to contain all energy created in this area within the area. No more exploding basements.  It was large enough to make two areas, one to do experiments and the other to study and relax in. He loved the connecting stairwell.  He could come from his bedroom directly to the basement without disturbing anybody else in the house. With the connection to the Garage when he got his license he would be able to come and go without disturbing them also. He reinforced the ward/shields over the garage doors so nobody could slip in behind a car.

“Carl, we need to go.”

“Yeah mom, oh, that’s my room over the garage.”

“Carl, I know it’s ours for the next six months but it’s awfully big for us.”

“Mom, I saw your face as you went through the dining room and kitchen, and that’s not counting the pure look of greed when you were in the den. How much do they want?”

“$65,000” she said softly. Carl turned slowly and looked at her. He knew enough to know that his mother would be stealing the place if she bought it. She looked over at him as they locked it up.

“They had twenty different renters, none would stay more than two weeks and that was a family that only moved in that last two days of the two weeks. At first they tried to sale it. The people who bought it abandoned it in one week, and they had to foreclose. Auction was at $99,000; that family ended up in the hospital and sued the real estate company for selling a hazardous home without warning. They won the suit.”

“That scared the Real Estate Company so they tried to rent it. One of the women in the office said they actually hired a paranormal investigator he is in the hospital also. “

 

“Now they give full disclosure so as to cut down on their liability. I think I could bargain them down to $50,000 with no problem if I sign a complete release on all warranty.”

“How much a month would that be?” Carl asked.

“Less than the rent is, and that a 15 year mortgage, with no down payment. Than we would use the insurance money to payout our old mortgage and still have some money left over to help with furnishing. It scares me Carl. We will be better off in six months then we were before this happened. We will own an empty lot where we use to live, be buying a better home, and paying less than we did before.”

“Carl, you Uncle Rick talked to me today. He explained that you two had agreed to go into business together. He would bring his business experience and contacts. You would supply the magic. I am skeptical or was, than he took me to his warehouse and showed me our home. That was a shock. Then he explained what he had seen. He is right. If you can do that on a regular basis you two will make a small fortune.”

“I want you to go to college! So I will agree if you promise me keep on studying and go to college.”

“Mom, I know that I don’t know everything. I know that college is more than just a piece of paper saying I have a degree.  I think that what you really want of me is to learn how to learn and think; yes I can agree to that with no problem.

“I think I can learn to do things that can be translated to the regular world. Like a power source that can make energy available at dirt cheap rates, maybe even the stars eventually. But I know I need to learn more.”

They drove away from their home to be when it hit him. Their new home would be less than two block from Laura Taltson. A grin settled on his face as he leaned back to contemplate the future.

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My thanks to Grumpybear and TeNderLoin and txagband59 for their editing and proofing help. But the final results are mine and all criticism should be loaded onto my shoulders.

 

© Virgil Lee Fuqua III and ‘vlfouquet.wordpress’, 2008-2011. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Vlfouquet and Virgil Lee Fuqua III with appropriate and specific direction to the original contents.

 

 

 

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I was born on 2/7/1947 making me 64 right now, a veteran of the USMC. I am semi blind in my left eye and blind in my right eye. Have diabetis, hypertension, three ruptured cervical disc, right leg inch and a half shorter then my left. I live on veteran non-service disablity, And the Republican want to cut back on all government pension. I said hang every other politican in office. In my writing I have used like 4 different names, Virgil L. Fuqua III, V.L.Fuqua, V.L.Fouquet, and vlfouquet
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One Response to Magic Transportation, LLC

  1. jakezalewski says:

    I Like Carl & his Uncle Rick, a pair of clear thinkers. Rick’s ideas show a Lot of promise. I REALLY hope one of the next chapters show those bullies getting trashed & REALLY humiliated. I have Absolutely NO use for bullies & fully understand a few of the school shootings over the last few years where the one bullied brings a weapon to school to give a little payback. Most schools do too DAMN little to control bullying behavior & punish the bullies.

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