... Five minutes
after Bernie turned onto First Street, Clark Olsen slammed the door
of his house, jammed his hands deep into his pockets and tromped down
Park Street toward town. He didn’t have a destination, he was
just walking. Aimlessly, miserably walking. If it wasn’t for the
fact that he was fourteen years old - practically grown up - he felt
like he might even cry, he felt so bad.
Clark kicked at the rocks on the sidewalk as he walked. For a long time
his life had been pretty simple: home, school, sports and hanging out
with the other guys in the neighborhood. Now it was getting more and
more complicated all the time. He had always been at the top of his
class, the best at everything, and for that reason he expected that
he always would be. Thank goodness, from the outside looking in, it
still seemed that way. He was still the best looking boy in eighth grade,
still a basketball champion, still the president of the Blazing Bandits.
But that wasn’t enough anymore. Now life could only be complete
if he had all that and Lisa Wondermore too.