My skin was burning against the concrete while they laughed, until the ground shook and the shadow of God himself fell over us.
CHAPTER 1: The Grinder They called it “The Grinder.” It was a game, supposedly. But when you’re twelve years old, weighing ninety pounds soaking wet, and three varsity-sized eighth graders have you by the ankles, it’s not a game. It’s an execution. It was 2:00 PM on a Tuesday in October. The Texas heat hadn’t…