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“Your DNA is all over my car now. There’d be no way to remove it all. So if you try anything, you would so get caught.”
Wait, what?
He made it almost out of the solar system when he was sucked in by Pluto’s gravity and crashed. Lennon stared at him. “We’re all doomed.” “This has nothing to do with real asteroid,” Yuri said hotly. “And Pluto doesn’t have that much gravity. Is very small thing. In real life, I’d have gotten past it.” “We’re all doomed,” Lennon said again.
“Are we really made of star stuff? You hear that sometimes.” “Yeah. All of elements that allow for life—like carbon—began as hydrogen in stars.” “I think you have more star stuff left.”
Awww
Dovie pulled out of the parking lot in front of a pickup, which hit its brakes and horn simultaneously. She veered into the outside lane, fishtailed, and straightened up. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou …” Lennon mumbled in the backseat.
Yuri wanted to tell her that when the light danced in her dark eyes it was both particle and ray. Would she think that was poetic? He decided not to take the chance.
He was facing an incoming asteroid, and a conversation with Dovie about another girl’s breasts. One situation was incredibly dangerous, and it wasn’t the BR1019.
😂😂
“What high school do you go to?” Mrs. Cronick said. “I don’t go to high school. I graduated already.” The principal’s tight mouth curled up. “You’re over eighteen? That’s another infraction, Dovie Collum.” “I’m seventeen. But I graduated high school when I had twelve years.” “Sure you did,” Mrs. Cronick said. “You little jackass.” “Whooo!” Kyle Davidson yelled appreciatively. “That’s Doctor Jackass to you,”
Fletcher was up front by the whiteboards, asking if there were questions. He saw Yuri standing at the back and gave a slight nod, and Yuri nodded back, thinking that there was remarkably little security around the computer, particularly considering what was at stake. Apparently it hadn’t occurred to them that anyone would try to break in—nobody in the building, anyway. But it had only taken him a cell phone and fifty seconds to hack in—not because he was a genius, but because he was a teenager.
“My father died when I was very young. Little later, my mother read in newspaper about that year’s Nobel winners, and she said, ‘They’re immortal.’ And I thought if I could win one, my father might not be dead—because we share name, see? Like I could trick Death. Eventually I figured out that wouldn’t work. But I can still make his name immortal.”
