Dig.

by A.S. King

You’re

so used to the humor of the put-down that you didn’t see that you slid down a hole and into a tunnel. DIG YOUR WAY OUT!

Underground is where everything starts. It’s not so bad.

Control the brain and the rest is easy, my ass.

Four cousins drive up the cul-de-sac and park next to Marla and Gottfried’s garage doors. They sit in the car for a while and say nothing. This is the beginning of something. Something good. Something new. Something you can’t paint over.

This book is supposed to be uncomfortable. I’d apologize, but I’m not sorry.