After finishing set-up at the fair, my sunday went to scrap. My car got hit on the way home. not much damage, but it scared the crud outta me, and the jerk didn't stop.
Then I got a call from someone at the fair office claiming that I can't use a dog cart because my dog isn't strong enough or some such crud. I'm probably the only person told this, even though I had the most professional equipment of the people doing the same thing, and I'm the only one with a 140 pound Alaskan Malmaute. Or the fact that they haven't even seen my dog in almost a year.
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(used to be Vice-Versa) Ryan thinks he's a normal kid, but then his adoptive parents die and he's shipped off to live with a grandfather he's never met. And then there's his new high school, where no one is quite human. (Check archive for first chap)