Teens like a lot of the same things adults do: smart people doing amazing things against awful odds.
A clipboard and a hard hat could get you just about anywhere.
You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.
Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. โThank you, Rachel,โ he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. โWelcome back, my itchy witch.
Nothing is so hard that it can't be found by searching.
God, it stinks,โ I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step. Al strode forward, head high. โItโs the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-witch, and why I chose to go into human resources when but a wee lad.