The Fiery Boys (A Sample) (Chapter One, page 1 of 13)


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I never found out what happened on Kira's tragic date last night. We were about to hear the grisly details when she stopped, mid-sentence, staring across the room at the television over the bar. Jo and I traded looks of confusion as we waited for her to go on, but Kira was elsewhere. As she sat there, transfixed, her face lit up, brighter and brighter.

I turned to look at the television behind me, but it was just the same basketball game that the other screens were showing. I looked all around the bar, trying to figure out what would explain this sudden delay of gossip. Then I turned back to Kira and examined her more closely. I wondered if I'd find a tranquilizer dart sticking out of her neck, or rays of light streaming down from an alien spaceship. Anything that could explain why last night's dismal date was now forgotten. To paraphrase the announcers at the end of Elvis's concerts, Kira had left the building.

Jo waved a hand in front of our friend's blank eyes. "Hello! What's going on?"

That snapped her out of it, and she turned to us with a hard gasp. "Oh my God! This is too good to be true." She yanked out her phone and started to work it like a video game. This only made her more excited. Did Kira just win the lottery? Maybe she'd just been awarded a Nobel prize.

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