“Give me one good reason,” the principal continued, “why I shouldn’t write you up for this.”

Principal Albright. Six feet of starched shirt and disappointment. She held a tablet displaying the school’s live network map. A single red dot pulsed in the corner of the library.

He hit a 50x score multiplier. A jetpack spawned. He soared over an oncoming train, heart pounding, a grin splitting his face.

A long, terrible silence. Maya peeked over her book.

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