And then he blinked a few times, startled. “Hey — this dude has a heartbeat!” he boomed. “I can hear it. A heartbeat!” Uh-oh. No way to talk my way out of this one. Their angry cries rang out through the steamy air. I ducked my head and took off. I darted right between the big guy’s legs. Hands grabbed for me. Guys stumbled toward me. But I ran right through them. That was the one advantage of being alive. I was faster than them. I rocketed to the locker room door. Shoved it open with both hands and ran full speed into the gym. A few kids were still trotting around the floor. Coach Meadows looked up. He opened his mouth to call to me. But I was already out of there. I hurtled out the back door. The afternoon sun was low in the sky. Shielding my eyes, I ran toward the playing fields. Where was I headed? I didn’t know. I only knew I had to get away from these guys. Glancing back, I saw eight or ten of them come bursting out the back door. They weren’t going to give up. They knew they had a living kid in school.
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