The Boy Who Gave Up the Race to Save His Rival

is winning.

They ask what kind of person you are when nobody is clapping.

Marcus Reed did not look like the kind of boy people picked first for anything.

He was sixteen, long-limbed, quiet, and too thin for his own hoodie.

His face was narrow, his cheeks sharp, his eyes serious in a way that made adults say he looked older than he was.

He lived with his continue reading …