GENRE: YA Fantasy
Thunder roared through the hallway as Asa Huntington eased the zipper on her backpack closed. She could smell the rain outside, even over the perfume, sweat, and hormones of her classmates. The scent of ozone and rain hitting the dry earth lifted her spirits. It was like a sign from the heavens that taking nine finals to graduate would not, in fact, be her undoing.
Her backpack, on the other hand, might be. As she hefted it through the buzzing, ancient stone halls of Alder Country Day, she prayed for the creaking seam to hold. One more week, and she could retire the bag forever. She wondered if it would make it.
She heard steps directly behind her and looked down to a see a pair of checkerboard Vans on the oak floor. “I’m not talking to you,” she told the Vans, skirting around a navy and gray clad couple making out against a stone arch. She looked up at her best friend, his mop of bark brown hair swept to the side. “I mean, six stupid finals? Six? No wonder you have time for rugby and baseball and other stupid things.”
Cal grinned and slung an arm over Asa’s shoulder. “Hey, you brought this evil on yourself, graduating with the losers instead of next year with me. What’s so great about Harvard, anyway?”
“Apart from my phytochemistry internship? The Greenhouse Café’ is supposed to have killer kale smoothies.”
He made a face. “Tempting. At least you won't be the only freckle-faced nerd there."