LOGINNina The warm summer breeze brushed across my skin as I stood on the patio, clutching my robe tightly around my body. Laughter and splashes echoed up from the pool below, where our friends were already gathered for our big end-of-summer party. I should have been down there too, soaking up the ve
“What... what do you mean?” He braced his hands on the doorframe, leaning in closer with a heavy sigh. “I mean, by the time I caught up to them this morning, I only saw them long enough to get that photo before they were boarding a speedboat and taking off. Hell, I’m still not even totally sure wh
Nina My breath caught in my throat as I pulled open the front door expecting to see excited party guests, only to be immediately met with the sight of Luke’s grim expression. His brow was furrowed in a deep frown, his lips pressed into a tight line—clear signs that something was very wrong. “Luk
Nina I huffed out a breath as I hoisted the oversized cardboard box higher in my arms, carefully navigating my way through the living room. Strings of fairy lights poked out haphazardly from the top, and I could feel the weight of glass jars and other assorted decor inside shifting precariously wi
Then, at the last possible second, the scout seemed to find an extra burst of speed. He surged forward, hurtling between two towering oak trees and vanishing into the cover of the forest beyond. “Dammit!” I slammed my palms against the rough bark of the nearest trunk, powerless to do anything but
Enzo The crunch of leaves and snap of twigs echoed through the trees as Matt and I tore after the Schreiber scout. Our breaths came in ragged gasps, the hot summer air burning our lungs. Overhead, a little red bird chirped and flitted through the green canopy of trees; Daphne. But even she wasn’
Nina When I came to, the first thing I saw was Enzo’s concerned face. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes wrought with worry. I groaned and looked around, noticing now that the rest of the hockey team was also bent over me and looking equally as worried. It took a few moments for my head to clear,
“I think he made this,” he said, gesturing to the sick project. There was no name attached to it anywhere, however. “You don’t think…” I began, my voice trailing off. Enzo shrugged, glancing over at his shoulder. As he did, a couple of other students quickly looked away. I wondered if they had see
I focused all my energy on the puck, determined to outmaneuver Ronan and lead my team to victory. We played fast and hard, each side trying to gain the upper hand. Ronan and I clashed multiple times, each of us pushing the other to the limit, but my team also worked hard to keep our score ahead. Ron
Nina The coffee shop was dimly lit and quiet when I arrived, but also warm and cozy: the perfect atmosphere for working on my paper. I grabbed a quick coffee to stave off the constant feeling of exhaustion from my lack of proper sleep before I set my things down at a corner table and made myself co







