I took it from the first chapter of the book. I print out just the letter with a subject and date and so on, so it looks like a real email and use it as a prop. The email flashed across the screen, the button signaling an attachment brightly lit. If you don't, then just delete it, blow it off, and chalk it up to another Internet nutcase. But if you know what I'm talking about, you'll also know it's true.
People lie and they love their lies, live with their lies.
But what I have to say here isn't a lie. It's a truth I have to live with every day of my life, like it or not. And it's the reason I'm spending my senior year at a boarding school, away from the friends I grew up with, the teams I played on, the town I lived in. That town couldn't handle what happened to Chris Creed, and I couldn't handle it either. Chris was a joke, a dork, the kid that everyone loved to hassle, to pick on, to beat up.