Father McMurphy was an elderly man, and he didn't like having to put up with children who didn't know their place. He took one angry look at Michael Kryder and knew exactly what to do with him. Kryder felt that Father McMurphy was looking right through him. Right through his blue eyes and slightly awkward nose, which was maybe just a bit larger than it should be. Right through every strand of his moppy brown hair.

"Well, Michael, Sister Prudence tells me that you've been stealing from the kitchen again," Father McMurphy said calmly, crossing his hands and putting them on his desk. Kryder felt as though he were made out of Jell-O. Somehow, however, he found the strength to speak.

"With all due respect, Father McMurphy, I've never stolen anything from the kitchen. I only had to because Thomas."

"SILENCE!" shouted Father McMurphy, who stood up and leaned over the desk. "I'll be the judge of that, Mr. Kryder!" Oh dear, thought Kryder, he's started calling me Mr. Kryder. Now I'm in really deep crap. Kryder simply looked down at the floor and said nothing.

"I have already decided what to do with you," said Father McMurphy, sitting down again. Oh man, thought Kryder anxiously, here it comes.

"Yes sir?" Kryder managed to get out.

"You will be suspended for two weeks," said Father McMurphy with the kind of finality that Kryder knew was something that you didn't argue with.

"Yes sir," said Kryder, though he was really thinking 'I was wrong. I'm not in deep crap anymore. Now I'm in really, REALLY deep crap.

"I suggest that you leave my office, Mr. Kryder, and get a ride home."

"If it's all the same to you sir," Kryder said reluctantly, "I'd rather walk,"

"Whichever," said Father McMurphy, "So long as you are off the premises within twenty minutes." Kryder nodded and slowly walked out the door. Suspended! He'd be in so much trouble with his parents when he got home. He had decided to walk home so that he could avoid having to deal with his parents until later. As he walked out the door and across the yard, Rotter and his gang came up to him.

"Oy! Kryder! What'd old Murphy give ye?" he asked.

"Suspension. Two weeks. Now leave me be," Kryder muttered.

"Oh-ho!" Rotter said, surprised, "Young master Kryder, knocked out of school? For two weeks? This is rich! Really rich!"

"You heard me the first time, Rotter, now go away," Kryder pushed his way past the bully.

"Hey, er, Kryder, tell me the truth now, between friends, you didn't rat on us, did you?"

"First of all, Rotter, let's get one thing straight. I'm no friend of yours. Second of all, given my common sense, I wouldn't dream of ratting on you or your stupid bullet-headed group of thugs." Kryder continued walking, refusing to look back at Rotter and his gang.

"There's a good lad!" Rotter clapped him on the back, drawing sniggers from his thugs. "See you in a week then?"

"Two weeks, Rotter. It's two weeks," Kryder quickened his pace, leaving Rotter and his laughing friends behind. Why didn't the ever let up? Was it not bad enough that he got two weeks detention that they had to hassle him about it? Kryder left the schoolyard and crossed the street, walking into an alleyway. He walked along it until he reached the docks. He slumped down next to a building, a fishery by the smell of it, that overlooked the water. Kryder didn't care if he came home smelling like fish, not now anyway. He was too busy thinking about what he would say to his parents.

"Mum, Dad, I got in trouble today at school, it wasn't my fault, this one bully set me up." no, that was no good.

"Er, I sort of got suspended today. It's for two weeks, but don't worry, it's really not my fault anyway." definitely not. It was then that Kryder heard the two men talking. Kryder had a knack for picking up bits of other conversations, even if it was from across a crowded room with the stereo turned all the way up and blasting heavy metal music. He was a very good eavesdropper, whether he liked it or not, and this "talent" had problems as well as assets. While he could keep from having to do something or prevent something from happening, he could also get caught up in affairs that didn't concern him, often landing Kryder in trouble, which was the last thing he wanted. But he was sure there was no harm in listening to this conversation, as long as he was well hidden. Kryder dove around the corner, hiding behind a dumpster.

"Limon must be stopped, Box," said a man's voice, "We cannot go on being hunted like animals." As righteous as this man's cause sounded, there was an unmistakable sound in his voice that Kryder didn't like. It was something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but he felt that this man was not an entirely trustworthy person.

So, What will happen to Kryder? Who are the mysterious strangers in the alley? Who or what is Limon? Will the author ever get any reviews on her story? Read and Review and we shall all have answers to these questions and more!