That's when he saw it. A shadow behind a car parked on the other side of the street. It disappeared, only to reappear through the window of the car ahead. The sight of it made him whimper, the sound catching in his throat as he took off again, running. This time he didn't stop until he reached the walkway to his house. Home, he thought. Home safe. But with his next step his foot landed on an icy patch. His arms rose instinctively, whirling, struggling for balance. It did no good. The ground below him vanished, and he fell. Pain, red as a fireball, exploded behind his eyes. He yelped. Behind him, the voice said, "Gotcha now." Aaron isn't like other kids. He sounds like a hyena when he laughs, and he can't sit still, but he has managed to make a couple of friends-and at least one enemy. Now he is anxiously awaiting the arrival of his father, whom he hasn't seen in eight years. But will his dad leave again because he thinks Aaron is too weird? Will the school bully beat him up? And will his dad ever be proud of him?