Laser was not prepared to fight the Droid Master.

He thought he’d be. But he wasn’t prepared for the giant robot’s heat lasers to match his own, and he wasn’t prepared for the regeneration that almost suggested that the Droid Master was a living thing, like a starfish.

When Laser finally set off the giant laser beam that finally destroyed the Droid Master and nearly scorched half of Brooklyn, ...

“Dear Alia, Your boyfriend is being held ransom at the House on Grape Street, you must skip class and come here if you want him to live.” Alia looked up, frowning. “Who wrote this?”

I shrugged, placing my books inside of my locker. “Not sure. Probably just the freshmen playing a prank on you.”

“Or the juniors,” Alia said wryly.

It was always the freshmen or the juniors. The freshmen were the y...