I live at the base of Crooktop Mountain in the southern Appalachians in what was Cherokee land. My mom is dead, and she never told anyone who my father was. So I live with my religious grandfather and my crazy grandmother. There is nothing to do here; heck, we can't even pick up a good FM radio signal. I'm glad finally to be out of high school. I work at the diner full-time just so I don't have to be at home.
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Nice people were warned that the docks was where a rough crowd hung out. Sometimes that was true, but usually it was just young people doing grown-up things and old people that didn't realize they weren't young anymore. (p. 32)
— both from The Killing Tree by Rachel Keener