Max Brallier - Last Kids on Earth and the Midnight Blade

Bardle shoots me a “who, me?” look, but I bet he’s secretly fired up to be in on this, because whether he knows it or not, we’re about to do a hardcore training montage. And literally ALL I HAVE EVER WANTED IS A HARDCORE TRAINING MONTAGE!

“YES!” I exclaim. “This is gonna be . . .”

Just then, June calls from outside. “Jack! Get out here! IT’S A PHOTO OP!”

Bardle and Warg follow me outside. My friends are hoisting Ghazt’s tail on to the roof of an old hot cocoa stand.

“This is bigger than the biggest fish my ol’ man ever caught,” Dirk says, impressed.

I can see Dirk feels lousy. But he’s fighting through it. Like when you have a birthday party or something, but then you get the flu but you DON’T WANT to miss it, so you force yourself to try to enjoy it even though you wanna collapse and maybe cry. Dirk’s a trooper.

“Bardle, get in the pic!” June calls. “You too, Rover!”

We all gather close and smile our cheesiest smiles.

Just before Warg snaps the photo, I get this feeling. It’s kinda like that feeling at the end of summer vacation when you see one of those stupid back-to-school sale signs, and it brings the whole perfect summer to a screeching halt; it hits you: these good times end soon .

Things are good now, but they might not be again for a long time . . .

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