From the Inside Flap
A group of guys jogged past, hauling a slender kid toward the water. Jon recognized their captive as a trombone player in the marching band. As the guys picked the band member up by his arms and legs and threw him in, Jon frowned.
"What's that all about?" he asked.
"Ty and his pals have been tossing kids in the drink for the last hour," Lee replied. "Guess you've been too distracted by girls to notice."
"I know Ty from gym class. He's a royal pain."
The kid staggered out of the water, giving Ty a dark look. As Ty and his five friends zeroed in on a drama student with purple hair, Jon strode over to intervene. "Cut it out, Ty."
"Bug off," Ty replied. "Who elected you sheriff?"
"There are other ways to have fun. Give it a rest."
Ty focused on Jon's silver ankh. "Nice jewelry," he sneered.
Several football players, led by Fred, approached.
"Everything okay, Jon?" Fred called out.
Ty held up his hands in defeat and backed away. "It's cool."
The confrontation over, Jon waved Fred off. With a grin, Fred scooped up a football and threw a long spiral pass. "Heads up, Hansen!"
The football arced toward Jon's outstretched hands.
Then time stopped.
For a moment, Jon thought maybe he was having trouble with his depth perception, but it was more than that. Everything and everyone around him was frozen in place, as if he were a patron in a wax museum. The football hung in space. The ocean waves had stopped, mid-crest. A seagull was poised overhead, mid-flight. A sandfly hung in the air right in front of Jon's face. The absence of noise pressed in on his eardrums and jangled his nerves. It became so unbearable, he nearly screamed.
And then, as abruptly as time had stopped, it began again
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