Chapters (50)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication Page
- CONTENTS
- PART ONE: SHOTGUN GRAVY
- Sometimes she wakes…
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- PART TWO: BAIT DOG
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- PART THREE: THE FARM
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- PART FOUR: KISSING FIRE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- PART FIVE: BAIT GIRL
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- EPILOGUE: THE MESSAGE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Whitey jumps up in her lap. Almost knocks her off the chair. On the laptop screen she sees his big doofusy, droopy face. One eye missing and one ear cocked away from the other in a permanent forty-five-degree angle. Little starburst scar above his gone eye. But he’s got a sloppy grin on his face and a goopy string of drool hanging from his jowls, and he starts panting like the happiest dog on Planet Earth. He licks her cheek. She kisses his nose.
“You bad guys and bullies got it real good right now. You have all the power. But that’s over. Done. For you, it doesn’t get better. In fact, from here on out?”
She offers the camera a middle finger.
“It gets a whole lot worse.”
She nods at the camera, then hits the space bar again.
The red light goes away. Recording, over.
“We good?” she asks Shane.
He comes, checks the laptop, gives her a thumbs-up. “We got it. You nailed it. I’ll get that on YouTube by the end of the week. Just in time for the new school year.”
“Cool. Want a celebration cookie?” she asks, pointing to the plate on the bed.
Shane makes a face like he just ate a lemon rubbed in dog dirt.
They both laugh, and Whitey lays his head on Atlanta’s shoulder.
Everything feels a little bit all right.
For now.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I’d like to thank everyone who supported this Kickstarter way back when. Because without you, this book just plain doesn’t exist. Maybe the world needs Atlanta Burns, maybe it doesn’t. But she sure needed you, so thank you.
To learn more about hate crimes:
To learn more about dogfighting:
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Photo © Michelle Wendig
Chuck Wendig is the author of The Heartland Trilogy and the Atlanta Burns series, as well as numerous novels for adults. He is also a game designer and screenwriter. He cowrote the short film Pandemic, the feature film HiM, and the Emmy-nominated digital narrative Collapsus. Chuck lives in “Pennsyltucky” with his family. He blogs at www.terribleminds.com.