One
Itâd be a lot easier to kill Bert, my best buddy since kindergarten, if I could find the guy. I know heâs somewhere in this massive abandoned warehouseâthereâs no way out, for either of us. Iâm locked and loaded and adrenaline is coursing through my veins, but if he tracks me down first, none of that matters.
I move slowly down the dimly lit hallway, my back against the wall. When I get to the corner where the corridor makes a right turn, I stop and take a second to gather my nerves, then quickly flip around and make my move, hoping to catch him by surprise. Unfortunately, Bert has the same idea, and before I realize whatâs happening, heâs jumped out in front of me from behind a pile of packing crates.
I yell as I start shooting, but heâs too quick for me, and the bazooka heâs packing unloads, tossing me backward in slow motion. I slam into a pile of rubble as Game Over Sucker scrolls across the screen to the sound of some kind of futuristic sad trombone. I whip my joystick at the couch on the other side of the room and try to ignore Bertâs hoots and hollers. Not always the easiest task, considering heâs the loudest person I know.
âYes!â he yells. âYes! Yes! Eat my dust, loser!â
I get up to leave.
âAw, câmon,â he says. âOne more game.â
âSorry, man,â I say, grabbing my hoodie from the couch. âGotta bounce. Big family dinner tonight.â
Bertâs an only child, and, as annoying as he can be, his basement is pretty much my refuge from the world, especially during the summer. He even has his own bathroom. It usually stinks, but still. My house is packed to the raftersâone senior citizen; two middle-agers; three, sometimes four, teenagers; and two preteen girls in a four-bedroom house with one and a half bathrooms. You do the math.
âYou guys have a big family dinner every night,â he says.
âYeah, but Kathy gets home from college today, so my parents want everyone there.â
âOh, really?â he says. âHowâs old Kathy doing, anyway?â I know this isnât an innocent question. Bert has been in love with my older sister since the moment girls stopped being gross.
âI havenât seen her yet,â I tell him. âSheâs supposed to land this afternoon sometime.â
âMake sure she knows Iâm around in case sheâs feeling lonely.â
âWhatever, man,â I say. âCatch you later.â
Iâm already halfway up the stairs when he yells after me, âOh hey, Neil, wait!â
âWhat?â I call back over my shoulder.
âSeriously, come here for a minute. I want to show you something!â
Reluctantly, I walk back down and stand in the doorway. âWhat is it? Iâm going to be late.â
He rummages in a pile of crap on the coffee table and pulls out a page torn from the newspaper. âI almost forgot,â he says. He leaps over the back of the couch and shoves the paper at me. âCheck this out.â
Heâs circled an item in the community-announcements section with red pen. Deep Cove Talent Show , the caption reads.
âTalent show?â I ask. âWhat, are you going to start juggling or something?â
âNo, man,â he says. âKeep reading.â
ââTo help commemorate the twenty-fifth anniversary of Deep Cove Days, there will be a live talent show on the waterfront,ââ I read aloud. ââThree judges will choose the winner from local acts. Deadline for registration is July fifth. Grand prize five hundred dollars.ââ
âWhat do you think, man?â he asks. âSeriously.â
âI donât know,â I say. âWhat are you planning on doing?â
âYou mean, what are we planning on doing?â
âYeah right,â I say, handing him back the paper. âYou want to do a magic routine? Saw me up in
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