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Jericho
Jericho
Jericho
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Jericho

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A demon possesses a beautiful snowman in the middle of winter. Bullies destroy it with two buckets of acid. You know this isn't going to end well.

Danny Dunn is a gifted eleven-year old with autism who carves ice sculptures in his front yard. His work astonishes the neighborhood and even lures an art professor who believes he's witnessing the start of a brilliant career. But when bullies vandalize his snowmen he doesn't notice, isn't hurt and continues to make them. They don't like that and the game turns violent as they stalk the boy. It's a dangerous game Danny doesn't even know he's playing.

No one could ever guess his father's solution.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAaron Greyson
Release dateSep 12, 2014
ISBN9781311158871
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    Jericho - Aaron Greyson

    Jericho

    Aaron Greyson

    Published by Aaron Greyson

    Copyright @ 2014 Aaron Greyson

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    The boy had soon learned after his transfer that eleven-year olds do not belong in high school. Danny Dunn sat at the far end of the classroom with his hand up. The teacher continued down the rows as he passed out the tests. Cledger High offered the recommended AP courses in natural history and satisfied the grade and content acceleration of his education plan. Also, the National Association of Gifted Children had nowhere else to put him. The kid in front tossed a paper onto his desk.

    Is there a concern? The old man slapped papers in the student’s hands on the last row.

    My pencil’s…dull. Silence fell over the classroom. His teacher bent his head from the front of the classroom and squinted at Danny’s desk.

    You decide that…now? He rolled his eyes and raised his voice. Go.

    He felt a sudden pressure in his bladder, worked to ignore it and pinched his eyes shut. The boy maneuvered around the teacher and only made a couple turns of the sharpener before heading back to his seat. His hot palms felt sticky against the desk and his heart slammed in his ears. He knew he didn't belong, everyone in the classroom knew. Ridgewood had been a tough place but at least those kids were his age. Now big kids surrounded him, ones that rose like castle walls whenever they stood.

    To his right the boy, teenager, Stan the Hang Man, as he’d heard others call him, sat with his legs in the aisle. He wore cracked combat boots, a black t-shirt with the Misfits band skull logo and an unbuttoned flannel. Greasy, black hair stopped at his collar. A few weeks ago he told the kid in front of Danny that he burned a cat with kerosene. In a bored voice he said the hair reeked and that the cat tore out of his yard into the alley and started a brushfire in the vacant lot behind his house. Danny thought he must have been joking but when he heard the words Aggravated Misdemeanor and Reckless Endangerment, the image of the cat became real. This was an actual criminal. A thick black disk poked from his leg attached to thin straps. ‘Shit,’ Danny said suddenly, knowing big kids would appreciate cussing, ‘those ankle trackers suck man’, he said. Stan turned slow. He had the eyes of a belligerent, wild rodent but then they changed and his mouth slid into a grin and he turned his head again. ‘I’ve got a lesson for you, fuck everyone kid.’

    Papers shuffled between students and muffled curses and sighs of outrage drifted throughout the room. Stan glanced around him, tapped his pencil. Danny hung over his paper in a deep slouch working out the final word problem when a thick but not unfriendly poke landed on his shoulder. His eyes shot open and his entire body tensed. Touching wasn’t supposed to happen and he felt a jolt of electricity straight to his heart. There was another less subtle poke.

    Hey kid, give us a peek would you? The rough whisper made Danny glance up. Mr. Clarkson sat with his eyes closed behind his green industrial-grade desk shell. After 28 years of teaching he didn’t give a shit anymore. He hadn’t given a shit when 4H lost a goat and they found it tied to a wall hanging in the cloakroom with a dark blue jacket in its mouth. Clarkson had simply said, I don’t care who, just get that damn thing out of here. A girl had volunteered and led it out the door. Kids laughed when they noticed the black inverted pentagrams spray-painted across its flanks.

    Danny sat like a stone, his eyes stuck on the test.

    Look…I know you’re worried about the goat. Stan

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