SOMEONE CALLED MY NAME. "Tru!"
I looked up at the boy running down the corridor. It was Bobby. He kicked away an empty chip bag and slid to the ground next to me. He had suffered from years of depression after his parents were killed. And according to Dante I had unintentionally "healed" him.
Bobby hugged me, which was awkward since I didn't think we were the hugging type of friends.
"You're okay! I tried to call you, but you didn't answer. Ruthie said you were sick."
"I'm fine now, Bobby." I pulled free from him as kindly as possible.
"Sorry." He moved away, clearing his throat. "I was just worried. Shrina thinks I'm nuts, but I swear I woke up in the skate park Monday night and I can't remember what happened. The last thing I remember was driving home with you and Dante. When yo
