Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

“I just can’t believe this is happening,” I say, my voice breaking a little. “This is

like some sort of nightmare.”

“Yeah, it is,” Anton agrees, the exhaustion evident in his voice. “The timing

couldn’t be worse.”

The timing is beyond terrible; it’s catastrophic. I close my eyes for a moment,

taking in the sounds around me—the muffled chatter of people on their morning

commute, the distant laughter of a group of teenagers on the way to school, the

soft cooing of a baby.

Life is moving on, unfazed by my little disaster. I wish I could say the same for

myself. Because right now, I feel like I’m trapped in a motionless void of

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suffering.

I finally

this is just one of those things. Bad luck, or fate, or whatever

call it.”

even begin to cover it,”

“Get better, Anton. See

red ‘end call’

“Wait, Anton, how come I’m not sick? I ate the same

everyone else did, right?”

did you?” Anton’s voice has a trace

realization in it.

I think back to last night. “Oh

didn’t. I’m allergic.”

tenses. “That must be it, Abby. That has

Someone should check on everyone who ate

me. “Do you think

Anton counters, coughing a little. “I’ll send a

To check if anyone

to do that, Anton.

can do, Abby, especially since