We sit on his hood, covered in a blanket, watching the stars, sipping on beer. At first, I felt like everything was mine. But then the little girl came and I can’t shake the chill, this feeling of emptiness. Mrs. Mendez and Luis Sanchez are still dead. Caleb Masterson still needs a kidney transpl...
Kasey pounds on my door. “Jake, wake up!”Light floods the room. The frost has melted and my windows drip with last night’s cold. I turn to the clock.Saturday, 9:08 a.m.Nine-oh-eight. Nine plus eight is seventeen. OK. Eight times nine is seventy-two minus nine is sixty-three plus eight is seventy-...
I liked how Kohana thought about objects. The planet set on the ceiling told a story—like the Attack of the Killer Tomatoes! and Frank Miller posters, my orange shoes, a ton of things I hadn’t thought about. I scanned my bedroom and saw the pieces of paper sticking out from the pages of the R vol...
“Heron, Hazel, Bella—it’s gotta be close,” I say. “Fuck,” Nicole mutters. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She pulls out the worry dolls. “Help us find Klondike. Please. Help us,” she whispers, and hands me one. “Your turn.” I count my breaths, in and out, in and out, feeling my lungs work and throat bu...