Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The stage lights are blinding, but I try to focus on the announcer standing across

from me. His voice reverberates through the microphone as he begins his script.

“Ladies and Gentlemen… Welcome to the annual Alpha party cooking

competition! I’m your host, Heinrich Williams, and today I’m proud to

announce…”

One by one, the contestants and judges are introduced. Their faces are

projected onto giant screens that hang above us, and with each announcement,

the audience cheers and applauds excitedly. The announcer then asks each

Enter title…

person a couple of questions, giving them time to promote themselves before

the show begins.

As I’m waiting for my turn, though, all I can feel is crippling, soul-crushing fear.

How do I look? How will the audience respond? What will I say when it’s my turn

expecting all of this, and all I can think is that

up on time this morning, maybe I

me,

glinting

about it is

odd way, I’m almost glad to have him here. I thought that it would be

my side, but this feels like

of me at his presence, attracted to his scent and closeness

lifeline in a stormy

now,” the announcer booms, pulling me back

interview yesterday. With her

inclusivity in the culinary world—please give

welcome to Abby!”

erupts into cheers, louder

have ever imagined.

I blink in surprise.

my name on them, being

written in colorful letters,

“Go Abby!” and

arm gently, a signal for

floor as I move

now in a different

true? Do people… really