    Chapter 1: Fintan
Are you sure it’s the right time to take him? He’s immature.
He’s more insecure than immature, and you know that is one of
the side effects of-
You think they are involved?
I’m sure of it. And if we put him in the school, we’ll be able to
watch him closely.
But so will they.
They’re doing that already.
Poor kid.
“Cough it up space boy, or I’ll put my fist down your throat,”
growled Brian Delaney. It probably wasn’t possible to do, but Fintan
figured Delaney would still try, so he didn’t argue. Besides, with his
arm twisted painfully behind his back, and remembering prior times
with the bully, he decided it was best not to fight back.
“Right coat pocket,” he croaked.
Delaney threw him to the ground and pushed his knee into
Fintan’s back while rummaging through his pockets. He pulled his
hand out and inspected his prize.
“Only 3 Euro? Mommy’s getting cheap with lunch money for her
precious boy, isn’t she?”
“It’s all I have.”
The response was Delaney’s knee driven harder into his back.
Lights blinked in Fintan’s eyes and a hot flash of pain burned
through his back.
“Speak when you are spoken to, you little maggot,” said Delaney.
“It’ll have to do.” Roughly, he stood up, causing another bolt of pain
to shoot down Fintan’s back. He sneered, and as Fintan tried to get
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