Give me your nerds, your freaks, your huddled outcasts yearning to breathe free. Stick them in Boy Scout uniforms and you'll have the Hurt Patrol—a sorry bunch of teen rejects who will never make Eagle.
Welcome to the club
Beau has been scouting since first grade. Not because he loves it, but because his dad does. It's the only thing they've ever bonded over, what with Beau's dad being into sports, beer, and brawling. So when they move to yet another Midwest town, Beau expects the usual Boy Scout experience, filled with horribleness and insults. Instead he finds something else entirely. Kicked out of every other patrol, their little band of brothers is equal parts nuts and awesome. For the first time, people are watching Beau's back instead of throwing things at it. Nice. Novel. And also necessary, when you're dealing with parents splitting up, crushes, first love, and coming out.
The first—and only—rule of Hurt Patrol: We are never going to win—but if you're outcast elsewhere, you'll do just fine here.