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Chapters (50)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication Page
  4. CONTENTS
  5. PART ONE: SHOTGUN GRAVY
  6. Sometimes she wakes…
  7. CHAPTER ONE
  8. CHAPTER TWO
  9. CHAPTER THREE
  10. CHAPTER FOUR
  11. CHAPTER FIVE
  12. CHAPTER SIX
  13. CHAPTER SEVEN
  14. CHAPTER EIGHT
  15. CHAPTER NINE
  16. CHAPTER TEN
  17. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  18. PART TWO: BAIT DOG
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  25. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  26. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY
  28. PART THREE: THE FARM
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  37. PART FOUR: KISSING FIRE
  38. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  43. PART FIVE: BAIT GIRL
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  47. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  48. EPILOGUE: THE MESSAGE
  49. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“I know what you’re thinking. Sounds like I’m saying there’s no hope. This girl’s a bummer, you’re saying, maybe I should put a gun in my mouth or a rope around my neck or take whatever pills I find in my mama’s medicine chest. That’s one road you can take. But that’s the coward’s way. That wrecks the world for those you leave behind. Those who you think don’t care, but who really they do. Suicide is selfish. Doesn’t do squat but leave behind a lot of mess. Worst of all, it makes sure that the bullies win. Because now they live in a world with one less person they hate—in a world that looks suddenly a little more like them.”

Now she leans closer, narrows her eyes.

“I’m saying it doesn’t get better on its own. But I am saying you can make it better. You can fight back. You can kick and scream and shove and make sure nobody gets the better of you. You can vote. You can punch. You can stand your ground and stick out your chin and take pride in who you are.

“That’s how you really get ’em. By being proud of yourself. By owning it and being awesome and giving them a big old middle finger that tells them no matter what they do, it won’t change you one teensy tiny little bit. Let them be uncomfortable. Let them squirm. They don’t like who you are, then fuck ’em.

“You defeat them by being undefeatable. By being you.”

Now she smiles. A mean, fox-faced grin.

“But I know it’s not easy. Standing tall. Fighting back. So I’m here to help. Sometimes you need a hand just being who you are and keepin’ the bad folks at bay. You do, you call me. You go to my school, you already know me. You live in this town, you already know me. You already know what I did. What I’m capable of. It won’t get better on its own, but together . . . well, maybe we can make it better.”

The smile drops off her face like a framed photo dropping off a wall.

“To you bullies out there? To the haters, the monsters, the Nazis and criminals, the tyrants and tormentors? I’ve got a message for you, too—”

Suddenly, from off to the side, a series of fast footsteps.