TITLE: The Harvesters
GENRE: Young Adult Science Fiction
All days should end like this - triumphant, the adrenaline rush of the afternoon’s victory melting into something relaxing and sweet, the metallic tang of sweat and glory still on Ethan’s tongue.
Two deep voices joined Ethan’s chant, arms rising, fists smashing together in their team salute. “Fifteen. Twenty-six. Eighty-five. Hup. Oo, oo, oo. Gooooo Trojans.”
They dropped and rolled, taking each other down in a tackle before the whole formation dissolved into laughter. Matt slugged Ethan on the arm, his face cracking with a wide smile.
“Pass me a beer,” Tyler said. “It’s time to celebrate.”
Ethan dropped the tailgate on Tyler’s truck, reaching inside the cooler, pulling out three cans and handing them out. He settled onto the flatbed next to the cooler, stretching his long legs.
“There goes one. Did you see it?” Carlee pointed at the meteor blazing across the darkening sky, her voice rising like a kid at a fireworks show. Her goth façade slipped, turning her back into the girl from public school, the one his parents might approve of, not this edgy, unsettling creature.
Tyler grunted something that could have been a yes or a no, popping open his can. Glugging as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“There. You had to see that one,” she said.
“Yeah, I saw it.” Ethan would have agreed with her anyways, but this time he actually saw the meteor. Another one followed close behind, the biggest, longest shooting star he could have imagined.