Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The director holds up three fingers, his mouth moving silently as he counts

down to live. Three… two… one.

“And… we’re back!” The announcer’s voice booms across the studio, and the

audience erupts into cheers and applause as an assistant holds up cue cards

out of the camera’s view. “What a whirlwind first round, folks! Let’s give a round

of applause to our winners so far: Abby, Bryan, and Daniel!”

The announcer’s voice then turns our attention toward the contestant who lost

last round. “It was a tough loss for Frederick, but that’s the nature of the game!”

he says.

Enter title…

The judges then come into the spotlight, and Logan’s words slice through the

the stage

child’s play,” he says. “Now, we begin

skewer me from across the room, and I resist the

away. “From the bad.”

eyes flit over to me, but I ignore them. I keep my smile plastered on

to ignore the ghost of Logan and

on the real reason why I’m

comfort. “I expect

smile sweeping the stage. “And most of all,

here today: to celebrate cuisine in all of its

their stand, the announcer

he starts, the studio falling eerily silent. “We’re about to

pot! Forget the entrees; we’re diving into

pistachio tiramisu is your

the crowd, and a knot of anxiety begins

gut.

repeat softly, my mind racing through the

until

whisper barely audible over the buzz of the