Evening my readers,
“Me too,” I laughed. “Which is saying something for someone who doesn’t really need to breathe.”
He stopped smiling and cocked his head a little to the side. I immediately regretted my words. Stupidly, I’d jerked us out of the moment and back to the topic at hand. I shook my head, furious with myself.
Might as well quit playing around and get it over with, I thought bitterly. I took a deep breath to steady myself and cut right to the chase.
“So, Joshua, here’s the part where you run screaming into the night, right?” I paused to stare around at the clearing, lit up by the overcast daytime sky.
I let Random.org select a %, and it decided on 33%.
For the rest of the day, Pennybaker School seemed like a totally normal school. The most depressed, heavy-sighing, tearful normal school in the world. Everyone seemed to leave their unique talents at home. Nobody was designing wearable microwave ovens or telling knock-knock jokes in ten languages or walking on their hands. Even Mr. Faboo left his Napoleon costume at home.
So I just had to try this one out immediately. Normally I don’t read comics (at least in English as those tend to get bundled into one big book) in separate issues, but I just couldn’t wait. How could I resist a fantasy story taking place in the modern world drawn by Kristen Gudsnuk.