When he found the tunnel he knew he had finally found the thing that would make him interesting. He would no longer be the kid with red hair. The kid with the weird, angry dad. The kid with the dead mum.
He would be the kid with the secret.
He thought about who to share the secret with, wondered who he could trust. He chose Samantha, bookish and quiet.
He chose badly.
The tunnel was no longer his, crowded with children taking selfies, rolling their eyes when he turned up.
He decided not to tell them what lived in it.
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