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Danny was staring at the pistol in his hand.

He’s been day dreaming about Phil and the others. About how they used to be friends but now detested him for being a Christian.

Danny went back into his room. He picked up his back pack unzipped it and turned it upside down to let all of its contents spill out onto his bed. He placed the back pack on the floor and shuffled through the books, the papers, and junk until he found what he was looking for.

It was a balled up, yellow piece of paper. Danny moved to the wooden chair, sat down carefully, and began flattening out the crumpled yellow sheet. He smoothed it out on the edge of the desk.

It was a legal sized piece of paper with gibberish written on it. A couple weeks ago Phil had come to him during Drama class and showed him a few photocopies that were from some sort of book Phil did not want to bring in to school. It was written in an unfamiliar language. Phil treated him like a friend that day so Danny felt inclined to help him decipher the language.

“It’s not Latin but definitely some sort of hybird,” Danny said looking over the pages.

Phil nodded his head, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. I need to be able to pronounce the words on there exactly as they were intended”

“For?”

“I just do, Danny, c’mon. Be a pal.” Phil smiled at him.

“Well, if I were doing it I’d take a page and do a phonetic guide. Like in the dictionary it tells you how to pronounce a word right next to it. Well, you can take each line and write down how you pronounce it every time you say it. Of course you can start by using Latin as your base.”

They sat there for a while writing on a legal pad and creating a legend of sorts to keep track of pronunciations. Presently Danny was folding up the legal-sized piece of paper and stuffing it in his back pack along with the pistol. He zipped up the back pack and threw it on his back, cinching it down tight, making sure it wouldn’t bounce too much.

He closed his bedroom door behind him, went down the hall, out into the living room, and went outside. The sun was coming down, and across the street, Danny could see his neighbor trimming the hedges. Danny could tell the man was inebriated by the way he was slaughtering the hedges.

Danny went around to the side of the house and picked up his bike.

He mounted his bike, peddled to the end of the street, turned right on to Waterman Street. He was peddling slowly, watching the sun come down. When he neared the end of Waterman Street, the chain on his bike broke and spun off the gears. He spun the pedals half a turn before realizing what had happened. “Damn it!” he yelled, jumping off his bike.

He had a spare chain back at the house. His parents weren’t due back from Bible Study until ten thirty, but Danny didn’t know how long Pill and his minions would be at the water tower.

“Fuck! Fucking, Christ! Fuck!” he yelled at his bike as he kicked it. He turned around and ran, along side the bike, all the way back to his house.

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