He stood in front
of the mirror, staring, unimpressed by what he saw. William Danver was a scrawny little thing
with glasses and an advanced vocabulary.
Not exactly the formula for popularity for a seventeen year old boy in high
school. William was constantly on the
receiving end of torment and ridicule along with the occasional beating thrown
in when the jocks wanted to impress the cheerleaders. He didn’t mind because he was smart enough to
know that high school would be the peaking point in their lives. The familiarity of this treatment was not
brought on by the cruel inner circle at Lawrence High, but from a source much
closer to home.
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