Twenty-four hours after the Drumstick, I still didn’t know how to feel. Was I relieved that our punishment was almost over? And that somehow over the past two nights, I’d managed to evade Nanny’s detection? (It helped that teachers never cleared dishes, an honor strictly enforced at Camden.) Or w...
I just sat there, my mouth opening and closing like I was some kind of demented fish gasping for air. “Chloe?” Trevor said after a moment. “Are you still there?” “Wh-when are you coming?” I blurted out, still trying to catch up. “We’re making a whole vacation of it,” he said. “My stepdad says he’...
Janice said to me, pointing at the painting I was fleshing out with undertones. “What gave you the idea?” I tilted my head and stared at the image. Inspiration had finally hit me at the beginning of class, and I’d furiously sketched the graffiti wall I’d seen on my walk that one evening. Somethin...
“You guys ready?” Zach asked, looking from me to Stephen. Stephen shrugged. “I can’t guess what he’ll say.” “No one’s saying you can, bro.” Zach’s voice already held an edge of irritation. “All right, let’s go in,” I said, cu...