TITLE: The Fifth Generation
GENRE: Young Adult
"Oh, I ain't believin' this." Something turned in Devon Jones' gut and stuck like a grease clog in a drain, blocking the commands from his brain to his feet. Stop. One Nike shoe squeaked on the tiles.
A slouching silhouette stood against the glare of afternoon sunlight streaming through the glass doors leading to the bus lot. Though his cousin, Morris, stood only five-foot-six and had rail-thin limbs beneath his baggy clothes, his menacing stance had students crowding the walls to go around him. Three glittering chains draped down Morris' right thigh. One supported a massive Egyptian ankh, not because Morris believed anything in particular, but as a protest to Devon's new Christian faith.
A smile broke through the tough veneer of Morris' face. He couldn't bluff cool for very long. At his core Morris was a lemming. Nothing would get him back into the hallways of South Stiles High School but an order from somebody.
Devon hoisted his backpack higher and shambled forward. He exchanged a series of fist knocks with his cousin. All fake.
"Yo-yo, Dee. Came to carry you home." Morris' attempt at street talk couldn't survive his rural North Carolinian drawl.
Devon sucked in his lips. His mind blanked on a good excuse. "I can get the bus."
Morris' face scrunched up on one side. "I'm doin' you a favor and you're blowin' me off?"
A question rocketed heavenward through Devon's mind. Was lying a sin if it kept him out of trouble?