Chapter 3The next morning Mom checked my burn. It looked redder than it had the day before. She phoned Dr. Jonas and sent him pictures of the wound. He told her some tricks to try at home and prescribed an antibiotic for me. Once we picked up the medicine, my mom dropped me off at school entrance and hurried off to her job.
I started up the long front walk hoping that I was late enough to miss first period. Something in my periphery caught my attention. Near a tree, a few yards away, stood the kid I had collided the other day. His hands were deep in his pant pockets as he stared at me with interest. I realized I had stopped and stared back at him. What did he want? “Can I help you?” He didn’t reply. I walked toward him cautiously, not wanting to scare him off. When I was about ten feet aw
