CHAPTER 1
Zach sat back with his eyes closed tight. God, he hated flying. He was one of those firm believers that if God had meant him to fly, he would have been born an eagle... well, with how his luck went, more likely a pigeon. Huh, that might not have been too bad. At least he could have flown over some of those assholes that loved to make fun of him and s**t on their heads.
Not that his life had always been horrible. No, up until the age of eleven, life seemed to be right on track.
Zach had grown up in a little Podunk town in Ferry County, Washington State. He had been a typical kid. Went to school, played with his friends, and did the thing he knew his father would be proud of... joined the Boy Scouts. Yeah, that turned out so well.
The plane started to roll, and Zach concent
