He looks at me
like a barracuda, scoping
Curious. Delicious. (Him,
not me.) I feel like a
train has steamed right
into me, and when he smiles
a hungry smile, I decide Robyn’s
tardiness must be
Before he could stop me, I took in one last breath and went in. The smell inside was ten times worse than outside. I used all my mental strength not to throw up while I moved past the second seat. Glass crunched underneath my feet, and I was thankful I’d chosen to wear relatively thick-soled Chuck Taylors for our flight. Not really ideal for any of our activities so far, but at least they were comfortable.
“Here’s why we’re gonna win,” Teddy says. “There have been thirty-seven Mud Bowls, right? That means this NEXT one is number THIRTY-EIGHT!
P.S. 38 has got to win the 38th Mud Bowl! It’s fate!”
“There’s no such thing as fate,” Francis declares. “Life is a series of random events.”
“Not as random as Nate’s maths homework,” Teddy says.
Roz was out in the fields, loading hay bales onto the flatbed truck, as towering, puffy clouds rose up from the south. Raindrops lightly tapped against her body and she thought nothing of it. The wind began to blow, and still the robot continued with her work. It wasn’t until the first flash of lightning that Roz finally called it quits.
‘Bonjour, Cherie!’ Eulalie was standing at the door with a baguette in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other, like a waking stereotype. She kissed me multiple times, breaking the baguette in the process.
Astra ran over as the girl took a deep breath, ready to scatter the seeds.
“Hey!” Astra said eagerly. “Are you wishing for something?”
The girl lowered the arm holding the flower and gave Astra a dubious look. “Um, yeah,” she said. “Why else would I be holding this dandelion?”
“Excuse me?” Did she just challenge me to get my shit together so I could get my family back?
She put the pen down and leaned forward. “Are you willing to make the changes necessary to possibly care for your brothers after graduation?”
Fuck, yeah. Hell, yes. “Yes, ma’am.”
Me and Max locked eyes in panic.
‘Why are they screaming?’ he whispered. ‘They told us to come!’ He jumped to the left of the window and pinned himself against the wall, out of sight.
‘Maybe they were expecting us to knock on the door, like normal people,’ I mutter.