XP

“Repeat it,” Brian, the seventh-grade DM, says, holding a cigarette lighter directly under my fist. “I can’t play until I’m 14.” “So stop asking.” His grip releases and I shake the pinpricks from my fingertips. “Now hand it over.” I pull a folder crammed with notebook paper from my backpack. Brian yanks out a character …

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The Forbidden Room

The rink had just been resurfaced, but adjusting to the extra stickiness of the floor was only Ryan's second problem. His first was a tall bottle-rocket of a girl. Jessica. Seconds before, Ryan had been practicing his backwards dance moves. He was getting better, but he knew the real jam skaters didn't knock so many sixth graders off …