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.

need to rest, Anton,” I finally say, resigned. “Focus

things. Bad

call it.”

begin to cover it,” Anton

I say, swallowing. “Get

over the red ‘end call’ button on my phone,

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

everyone else did, right?”

dish, did you?” Anton’s voice has

realization in it.

night. “Oh right, the one with shellfish.

didn’t. I’m allergic.”

must be it, Abby. That has to be the

Someone should check on everyone

washes over me. “Do you think everyone

panic yet,” Anton counters, coughing a little. “I’ll

if anyone

don’t have to do

do, Abby, especially since I cannot