In Middle School, you’re either on the top, a member of the nameless masses in the middle, or one of the total losers on the bottom. My name is Travis Scott, and I’m at the very top. I’m not conceited. It’s just fact.
Then, there’s Nolan. He’s pretty much at the very bottom. I mean, most people don’t even know his name. They just call him the Freak.
So why would someone like me start hanging out with someone like him? The answer will sound ridiculous, but I swear that it’s the truth. The skeleton in our science classroom is trying to kill him. I have to stop it, I just don’t know how.
I mean, how do you stop something that’s already dead?