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seventh-grader when he came out the other side. Simon scurried like a centipede to the head of
the truck and inched his way to the next vehicle.
        “Come on out, Simon,” Spike called, looking under the black truck to get a
better view. “We just wanna talk.”
        “Yeah, right! ” Simon blurted. “You want to cut me open and talk to my insides.”
        “He went under another car!” Buz exclaimed.
        Simon crawled out from under a jeep and raced towards the fence. Fortunately,
the large teenagers had trouble maneuvering through the tight maze of cars, thus giving the
slender boy a chance to flee.
        Simon made it to the outer fence and slipped through the bars just as Buz
grabbed his shirt. The fabric tore, and Simon catapulted down the busy street.
        “You guys go on without me,” Butch ordered. He fumbled with Officer Petri’s
keys while his friends struggled to climb over the tall fence.
        Simon stopped at the intersection and waited a few seconds for the light to
turn red so he could cross. Buz and Spike bolted towards him like crazed football players in a
sudden blitz.
        “Come on! Come on!” Simon shouted at the light. The cars zoomed by so fast
that he didn’t dare to cross early; besides, it was against his nature to break the law. Soon,
the light turned red, and Simon sprinted through the intersection.
        The streetlight turned green when Buz and Spike started to cross. A small car
swerved to miss the teenagers and ran into a fire hydrant. Water flew up into the sky and
splattered against the windshield of a bus, forcing the driver to veer into oncoming traffic and
smash into another car. None of the vehicles were going fast enough for anyone to get seriously
hurt, but the whole intersection became a big watery mess. The two seniors didn’t even look back
to admire the wreck they had caused. Simon was escaping, and they needed to catch up with
him.
        The young boy felt as though his lungs were about to burst. While still
running, he unzipped his fanny pack, pulled out his inhaler, and took a deep puff. He then
collided with an old lady who had just exited a corner store with her bags.
        Simon frantically gathered up her groceries, apologized, and ran off—but then
he stopped, suddenly realizing that he had dropped his inhaler. Looking back, he saw the plastic
dispenser resting in the gutter. His assailants were getting closer, so with bitter anguish, he
turned around and continued running.
        The old lady had taken only one step before she was knocked down again—this
time by Buz and Spike as they rushed by. She watched sadly as several cans of cat food rolled
down the sidewalk.
        While maneuvering though the sea of pedestrians, Buz and Spike came upon a
tall, slender woman wearing a red tank top and white Daisy Duke shorts. A little poodle stood by
her side on a leash.
        “Hey—” said Buz, suddenly stopping. “Nice dog.”
        The two boys stood there for a moment, leering at the curvaceous woman,
trying to say something intelligent, until they heard the screech of a car and someone yell,
“Hey, kid, get out of the road!”
        The seniors turned around to see Simon running across a narrow street up
ahead. Reluctantly, they pulled themselves away from the attractive woman and followed after the
boy.
        Simon darted down a side street between two large buildings and realized, to
his horror, that his luck had finally ended; he had just run into a dead end.

Chapter 3
        
    The Visitor
    
        
        Buz snickered. “Oh, look at the little mouse caught in a corner.”
        Spike picked up a cracked two-by-four and tapped the side of an old, beat-up
car. Buz found a red brick and followed suit.
        Terrified, Simon ran to the far wall as the two older boys closed in on their
prey. His heart pounded in