Gordo looked at the kid who was sitting across the aisle from him. He was skinny, with curly, red hair, and he had the same smirk on his face as Gordo had on his. He looked awfully familiar—and not in a good way. This Mazz looked exactly like the Mazz back in our grade school.

Our Mazz was the fastest kid in school, and he never let anybody forget it. This Mazz had to be our Mazz’s dad. 

“Do you have laser wars in your closet, too?” Mazz snickered. He reached his hand across the aisle and Gordo gave him a high five. 

Yep, definitely Mazz’s dad, no doubt about it. All the other students were practically falling out of their seats they were laughing so hard. 

“All right, all right,” Mrs. Apostolu shouted. “That’s enough, settle down, class.” Now that sounded like the Apostolu I knew.

Bones, though, was laughing along with everyone else. Of course he was. He never cared what other people thought, not like I did. 

“Yeah, flashlights are cool,” he said over the roar of laughter. “I once got seven hundred likes for posting a great picture of one on Instagram.” 

The class went dead silent and everyone looked at Bones like he was an alien.

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