Sam felt an unusual sense of discomfort as he boarded the school bus that morning. Something felt off. A sharp, acrid odor invaded his nostrils, making him scrunch his nose in disgust.
The smell was faint at first, but it grew stronger with each step he took toward his favorite seat at the back of the bus. Sam Miller, an ordinary twelve-year-old boy, had a nose for trouble—literally.
His best friend John used to joke that Sam’s nose was like a bloodhound’s, always sniffing out mischief or danger. Sam was a reserved boy who didn’t open up easily.