Holloway squinted. She didn't understand half the words, but they sounded academic. "Close it. Now."
His heart rate settled into a calm rhythm. Thwip. Clack. Clack-clack-clack. The ball shot at a perfect 45-degree angle, chaining hits. Bricks shattered into zeroes and vanished. The score ticked up: 10, 15, 22.
"Mr. Davis," said Vice Principal Holloway, her voice dry as chalk dust. "What are you playing?"
A shadow fell over the Chromebook.
The ball shot out. It missed the brick. His heart stopped.
Holloway squinted. She didn't understand half the words, but they sounded academic. "Close it. Now."
His heart rate settled into a calm rhythm. Thwip. Clack. Clack-clack-clack. The ball shot at a perfect 45-degree angle, chaining hits. Bricks shattered into zeroes and vanished. The score ticked up: 10, 15, 22.
"Mr. Davis," said Vice Principal Holloway, her voice dry as chalk dust. "What are you playing?"
A shadow fell over the Chromebook.
The ball shot out. It missed the brick. His heart stopped.