The guy looked at me with a stare that would have frozen antifreeze.You the new groupie, huh?
Yeah, I said. So?
So no one wants you here. Why don't you go back where you came from?
I can't go back, I wanted to say. That was the thing about living in a group home. There was nowhere for me to go but forward.
Brent Hartinger's second novel, a portrait of a subculture of teenagers that many people would like to forget, is as powerful and provocative as his first book, Geography Club.
