The Bones to Nowhere

Beaumont Greene was the weird kid in my fourth period class who sat next to the window and put his feet on water fountains.

No one thought he would turn into the dead guy in our small town, but when he did his diary surfaced in my locker.

Now all that's left of the boy I once knew is a diary, a pile of bones, and news coverage about his death. But I know Beaumont Greene, and his wandering soul will stick to his bones until I find out the truth.