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The Subterranean Shakespeare Club, Book 1

The Subterranean Shakespeare Club, Book 1

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Hamlin Smallfrye, the smallest kid at Crowley Middle and High School, is ruthlessly beat up by two bullies named Max and Buck Rigley. Their father, Mayor Rigley, owns everything in town including Principal Small, who is not small at all. After his mother mysteriously disappears, Hamlin must flee capture from Mayor Rigley and his Right Hand Man. Seeking refuge, h e finds a subterranean theatre walled away, and begins to think of a way to get his mother back. Read this exciting story to find out how.
Hamlin Smallfrye, the smallest kid at Crowley Middle and High School, is ruthlessly beat up by two bullies named Max and Buck Rigley. Their father, Mayor Rigley, owns everything in town including Principal Small, who is not small at all. After his mother mysteriously disappears, Hamlin must flee capture from Mayor Rigley and his Right Hand Man. Seeking refuge, h e finds a subterranean theatre walled away, and begins to think of a way to get his mother back. Read this exciting story to find out how.

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The SubterraneanShakespeare Club
byJay Levin
Book 1 of 3
 
Chapter 1
 It was as if Hamlin Smallfrye was invisible. But he wasn’t invisible. Two boys made it a point to see Hamlin nearly every day. Hamlin, sitting in the back row of class, nearest the door,clutched a crumpled piece of paper in his ink-stained left-hand. He couldn’t stop reading thewords on the sheet:
Run! Y R N for a slam at 3
It wasn’t a very poetic threat. It was, however, a very effective threat. Hamlin felt sweat begin to drip down his sides. Nobody thought much about Hamlin. They had been cautioned notto by the two most ruthless boys to ever walk the hallways of Crowley Middle and High School,which started in the sixth grade.Hamlin fearfully watched the clock tick toward the end of school, the end of his time of safety. Hamlin, who knew he had no choice, would have to run. He was always running.Clear of the school grounds, Hamlin began to sprint as fast as his skinny, boney, scabby,uncoordinated-legs could possibly take him. Passing houses the color of muddy- blue andcloudy-green, spooky churches with sharp steeples, belfries and gargoyles, he soon entered therundown crumbling outskirts of Crowley. Everything in downtown Crowley smelled of decay…as bad as a gymnasium-locker filled with never washed gym shorts. Abandoned buildings with broken windows lined the streets intersected by dark alleys pungent with the odor of wet trashand cat urine. There was no place to hide.Hamlin was afraid to look back. He had been programed by fear to look back.
 
Over his shoulder he saw the Rigley Brothers gaining ground, their feet moving soquickly they were a blur-of-motion. Both boys, the largest in their class, weighed an impressivetwo-hundred-and-five pounds combined. They ate up the pavement in confident, hungry, angrygobs.Even though Hamlin, who weighed in at a mere fifty-seven pounds, knew he was aboutto be beaten black-and-blue, he ran with all his might optimistic that one day he would evade theevil Rigley Boys. Hamlin vowed that someday--if he survived--he would become important.“You’re a nobody, Hamlin Smallfrye!” Buck Rigley, shouted inches away from Hamlin’sear. Hamlin had known from an early age that bullies liked to tell their victims of their weakness.Hamlin was weak because the Rigley Boys ruled the school and he felt powerless to change that.
 Anyway, who would listen?
Hamlin thought. He had not made one friend since moving toCrowley nearly a year before.Buck’s reptilian hands reached out to grab Hamlin.Hamlin battered them away. Buck was mean, thick-shouldered, with skin that looked likeraw, rancid meat. He might have been handsome, and under more favorable circumstances, popular. Unfortunately he was the first preteen in his class to have been hit by the scourge of acne. No girl would look at him. Boys feared that by being near him the acne would jump like aflea to their faces and gnaw them away. Everybody stopped talking to him. He turned meaner and more vengeful as the acne scarred his face into a thousand craters topped by a hundredvolcanoes spewing molten puss.Hamlin slapped at his hands weaving to the left and then to his right to try to gain somedistance, but Max Rigley was there with his jagged nails no nail-clipper had ever gone near. Max

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