CHAPTER TWELVE
The next day, I made it to school early. That was unusual; usually, I was one of the last students to get there, owing to the fact that I preferred to bike to school instead of taking the bus or driving a car like some of the other kids. It was probably because my legs were so strong. All of those workout sessions in the Rubber Room were really starting to pay off. My legs were stronger than ever, as was the rest of my body. Not only did that mean I was more energetic than usual, but it also helped me look like I really did go to the gym, which was the standard excuse I gave to most people who asked me where I went after school.
As I hooked my bike up to the school’s bike rack, I heard someone shout, “Alex!”
I looked over my shoulder. Frank was walking up to me, huffing a
