“You want to go to college?” She’d have thought that he’d be done with school as soon as he graduated. “I’ve flirted with the idea,” he shrugged. “Granted, it’s been a rather brief and tumultuous courtship.” “Why is that?” “For some reason, Old Lady Grady doesn’t seem to think I’m ‘college material.’” He emphasized the last two words with air quotes. “Maybe because she’s our guidance counselor and you call her Old Lady Grady,” Izzy quipped.” High SchoolYoung AdultHalloweenHalloween Store Book:Secondhand: And Other Stories Source: Secondhand: And Other Stories
“Connor Scarborough was a local legend. Unlike most of the Holloway High kids who had been going to school together their entire lives, Connor hadn’t shown up until halfway through eighth grade. And when he did, he stood out like a sore thumb. Not because he was the new kid or because of his fondness for black tank tops and denim jackets, but because of the scar. Red and jagged, it ran from beneath his bangs all the way down through his left eye to the middle of his cheek. And it didn’t take long at all for the stories to start. Or for the cruel nicknames to spread.” RomanceYoung AdultShort StoryHalloweenHalloween RomanceHalloween Store Book:Secondhand: And Other Stories Source: Secondhand: And Other Stories