The boy on the ground and what else could that be against the perfect white canvas of snow but blood.

The boys could neither stop the message nor post any message of their own.

He heaved a sigh as only a twelve-year-old boy could.

They could not break it, but the boy could.

At first you were terrified that the boy could not or would not keep his secret.

Surely if one boy could break through the wall around him, other boys could too.

How could a boy no more than 10 at the time recall so precisely the details of a chemical attack?

She could dive well too, and swim under water even longer than the boys could, much to their surprise.

That was a pretty picture- a brother and sister who couldn't carry on a thirty-second conversation, but boy could they smoke.

How come you could do what the older boy couldn't?