"THEY WERE ABOUT TO CRUSH HIS HAND FOR DRAWING, BUT REGRETTED IT WHEN 30 BIKERS LINED THE HALLWAY. CHAPTER 1: PAPER SNOWFLAKES The sound of paper tearing is distinct. It’s a dry, screaming sound, like a bone snapping in a library. ""Please,"" I choked out, my voice cracking under the weight of humiliation. ""Please, give it back. It’s not yours."" I was on my knees on the cold linoleum floor of the West Creek High hallway. It was the last day before Christmas break. The lockers were decorated wi