Another kid came riding up on a bike. It was the small kid who had been sitting behind Gordo in class. He wore the same shirt too, except it was yellow, but unlike Gordo and Mazz, his bike was beat up, rusted, and looked super old.

He tried to skid to a stop like his friends, but when he stomped on his brakes, his chain busted and he went flying by. He dragged his shoes on the ground until he finally rolled to a stop. Gordo laughed loudly.

“Far out, Cal! You were bookin’, man.” Gordo’s main talent, it seemed, was stating the obvious.

Mazz was laughing, too. “Right on! Only the coolest cats can stop with their feet!” 

Cal didn’t say a word. He just circled around and stopped next to Gordo. Gordo was so big he made his own bike look three sizes too small, while Mazz was so short it looked like his bike was about to eat him whole. 

“So, where are the cool flashlight boys going?” Gordo sneered. 

“I think the cats are going to play with their lightsabers in a closet!” Mazz slapped his handlebar and laughed like he was the funniest person ever.

What was with this kid’s thing with cats anyway? A cat was not the first animal that came to mind when I looked at Bones. More like an enormously tall ostrich on a diet.

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