the man swung around , toward us , and then stood up . i was going to strangle my mother . i would feel sorry for her , except my boobs have the same half-moon wet spots and i do n't have a portable fan . `` with both of us pushing him , it was a piece of cake . '' is he the one who hurt you ? chapter one i rolled out of bed on the last normal afternoon of my life . `` whatever , '' scout said , tossing her head . 