Chapter 3
Wes, May 1987
“Race ya to the alley. Loser has to do both of our math homework!” I took off at top speed.
“That’s not fair! You got a head start.” Drew’s voice grew fainter as my feet carried me further and further away from him. The blazing hot sun was all the motivation I needed to get to the shaded alley as quickly as my legs would take me.
The pounding of his feet got louder right before he jumped onto my back. Shocked laughter was forced out of me at the collision of his body with mine. I linked my arms under his legs. He looped his arms around my neck and held on tight.
I jogged the rest of the way to the alley with Drew hanging on my back. He was a short, skinny thing. Not much heavier than my backpack the first week of school. The same backpack that Stan and his crew
