is superhuman.
âYou think itâs funny to steal a manâs clothes?â He strips the straw man.
The blood pumps in my neck. I want to run.
âThis shirt means something,â he says. âIt means Iâm a champion.â Heâs ripping the straw man up as he talks. âKids think theyâre the only ones with dreams. Grown-ups have dreams too. Dreams that die just like yours will unless you listen up and listen good.â
He unzips his running jacket. Heâs not wearing a shirt underneath. The skin of his chest is smooth and tan and muscles bump and bulge. He turns around and points to a scar on his back. Itâs white and raised. It looks like he has two spines, almost.
âThatâs what happened to my dream. I was running in the woods one day, just like you.â He steps toward me. âOne wrong move, thatâs all it took.â He tilts his head and I see his eyes glow. âThey told me Iâd never walk again. One wrong move in the woods, Raul, and everything changed. And now Iâm a joke to you, huh?â
I shake my head. Nothing about Tuffman makes mewant to laugh. The scar is awful, like a thick seam of doubled-over skin.
âBet you think that story has nothing to do with you. It has everything to do with you. You think you get to choose what happens next.â He steps toward me again. âWell, you donât. Life happens to you.â
Heâs about three feet away. I can sense heâs about to grab me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight out.
âListen, Raul,â he says. His eyes fix on me. I canât move.
âHereâs the moral to the story. Not just my story. Your story too. I was like you. I wasnât alone in the woods that day either. I was with a friend, Raul. More than a friend. She was family. I loved her like a little sister. She did that to me.â He twists around again to show me the scar.
My mouth pops open. The scar has changed color. The muscles in his back twitch, and for a second I think itâs a bloodred snake slithering along his spine.
âShe broke my back. Maybe I had it coming. Iâm the one that taught her to fight, that woke up the predator in her. I never thought sheâd turn on me. I hate her sometimes, but I shouldnât. Itâs natural law. The strongest one wins. That day, she won.â
He zips up his jacket.
âWhat are you doing out here, anyway? Is this yourterritory?â He smiles a little, like heâs teasing. But his eyes glow like heâs not. He shifts.
I imagine the snake of a scar, twisting red with his every move. I remember the wounds in his neck that Mean Jack pointed out. My skin crawls. Everything about him is awful.
âRaul?â He says my name again.
I know better than to look in his eyes.
I run.
My second self is still awake. After the first step I go down on all fours and race wolf-style off the path and through the underbrush.
I hear Tuffman shout and curse, crashing down the path behind me. I barely have a head start, but I know these woods better than he does, and he only has two legs. I have four. I just have to make it to the road. Itâs drop-off day. Parents will be coming soon, right? Tuffman wouldnât want them to see him force-feeding me that birdâs-nest toupee.
When I get to the road, I stand upright like a boy. The woods behind me are quiet, but I know heâs in there, breathing hard and watching.
I brush my hands off on my jeans. Iâm shaking. Itâs not just fear and adrenaline. Itâs shame. Tuffman saw me run on all fours like a wolf wearing the skin of a boy. Itâs like he saw me naked.
But that was a choice. I chose to run like a wolf.
I book it up the hill.
Please let Dean Swift be there. Please let the doors be unlocked.
I try the handle of the front door. I sigh with relief as it turns.
Bobo comes up and puts her nose in my pocket. Give me the stinky stick.
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