At fifteen years old, Adam Spencer Ross is coping. He’s coping with the divorce of his parents, coping with the needs of an adoring-but-troubled stepbrother, and coping with the challenges of obsessive-compulsive disorder—and those are just the problems he tells people about.Adam doesn’t expect t...
It was mid-terms at Northern, a hellish week when all your projects and papers were due, plus the added thrill of exams. That was tolerable. What was intolerable was Mama breathing down my neck every single second I was home. She got anxious during my mid-terms at the best of times, but some fool...
Kruger leaned forward on her desk and clasped her hands tightly. “You’re in the running, Kate. Yale is not out by any means. Your marks, your preparation, your story alone…”She was trying to hose me down. I was radioactive on this issue. But this was about Yale. Everything was about Yale. Kruger ...
Mom slapped me so hard the keys dropped out of my hand and onto the floor. “Where have you been, you tramp?”“What? Ow! Mom!” I bent over to retrieve the keys. “What are you doing here?” I gasped.“We’re going to go in the morning,” she said, now calm after the storm. But she still stepped towards ...
He didn’t even know it had that feature. But there it was, rattling down his desk like a cockroach caught in a kitchen light. The phone was at least a hundred and seventy-three years old. It used to be Carmella’s and it had less than no features. Well, except apparently it vibrated. The stupid th...