HEY PELTED MY DAUGHTER WITH ROTTEN EGGS AND TOMATOES. THEY DIDN’T KNOW HER MOTHER COULD BUY THE GROUND THEY STOOD ON.
Chapter 1: The Omelet The smell was the first thing that hit me. Sulfur. Rotten, stinging sulfur mixed with the acidic tang of old tomatoes. Then came the cold, slimy impact. “Bullseye!” Jason shouted, launching another egg. It cracked against my shoulder, the yolk exploding and seeping into my favorite white sweater—the one I had…