Chapter Eight
Milo
Once upon a time there was a young boy playing in his garden with a hammer he’d pinched from his dad’s garage. He was hiding at the bottom of his garden next to a tree and smashing stones up. He needed to escape from the family who were always asking him to do something or get out of the way. Smashing stones felt so good, watching them detonate everywhere.
He stopped as he heard someone chatting. Surely he hadn’t been discovered already? But no, it was coming from through the gate. He shuffled closer to the privet hedge next to the gate that went between his and the people diagonal to them’s garden and listened in while he spied through the slats of the gate. He could vaguely make out a girl with long golden hair. He wasn’t really into girls but this one was really pr
