David Lossing stood in a circle of light at Disney World Fort Wilderness Campground. He jutted his chin toward the furthest tent in our M.A.S.H.-like village stuffed with more than fifty members of New Smyrna Beach High School’s Spanish Club. “I’m headed to the party...
A white piece of paper fluttered onto my lit book as James Knox, moved past my desk. Song for Emil had been typed across the top of what must be song lyrics. My forehead wrinkled and questions bumper-carred around my head. I watched James, the most vocal member of...
I stared at the bulletin board outside the mailroom, heart racing. A flush picked its way across my skin. I peeked down at the letter, its familiar script pulsing with possibility in my palm. Students jockeyed around me. He really had written. The words Student...
I jerked upright out of a sound sleep. My newly broken ankle squawked in complaint. I peered at the sliver of streetlight slitting through the window and stilled my breath. Nothing. Well, nothing but the sound of Ralph sawing sequoia-sized logs in the next room. I...
I angled up on my elbows from my beach towel, slack-jawed like Susan Sigler and Jackie Herold as we watched a jumble of high school jocks gamble through the surf. Their guffaws and your mamas grazed the sand toward us. We knew their names—had sat in Algebra or Biology...
