chapter 26

had a feeling

It felt like Bones and I had been walking for a century when we finally made it to the street that would lead us to the junkyard. That’s when Bones announced that we needed to take a detour.

I was hot, sweaty, tired, and thirsty, and the last thing I wanted to do was take a detour. But Bones was adamant about it. He said he just knew that the Goon Squad would be waiting for us on their bikes out in front of the junkyard, so we needed to go around.

When I asked him how he knew the Goons would have any clue where we were headed, he shrugged and said, “I don’t know, Lump. I’ve just got a feeling.” 

The last time I had ignored one of Bones’ “feelings” was in the fifth grade. It was the middle of winter and a bunch of kids were heading down to Schlegel Lake to play Wappa Ball. Wappa Ball was like ice hockey, only you played it on your bike using whiffle ball bats and a tennis ball. Each team scored by hitting the tennis ball with their whiffle ball bats into one of the street hockey nets Mikey Minor brought down from his lake house. 

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