Chapters (95)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Video #1
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Video #2
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Video #3
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- The Final Video
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Cover
Students are all over the hallway. Some are dancing around on one side of the landing while another films them. A few more stand off to the side in a group of four. They all hold phones, gesture wildly, and laugh. They’re part of school’s new TikTok Club. They meet after school once a week and post videos they hope will go viral. A month ago, a freshman uploaded a video of her dancing with her eighty-year-old grandfather, and the thing took off. Millions of views. Now it seems like every kid in the school wants to make something like that. The club is officially sanctioned. It even has a faculty sponsor—Mr. Williams, who teaches journalism and new media.
They ignore me—even the kids I know—because they’re too busy to notice anything. At least that’s how it looks until someone in that group of four sees me. They all grow quiet and stare at me, and two of the kids who were dancing like maniacs stop moving and look as well.
Why are all eyes on me? Am I really such an object of fascination that even the inane TikTok Club comes to a halt when I walk by?
When no one says anything and when they don’t go back to filming, I lift my arms. “What?”
They continue to stare, like I’m a piece of furniture that suddenly started talking.
I give up and turn around, heading back toward my original destination, the English department. I want to see Ron Hartman, who teaches creative writing and runs Ex Libris. Ron is the real deal. It seems strange to see the TikTok kids meeting so close to his office since he detests social media, cell phones, and anything that goes viral on the internet. He’s a poet, even published a book twenty years ago. He says he wants to write more, but teaching takes too much time and energy. The rumor is he used to teach at a college in Colorado but got fired or left because he thought the higher-ups were too uptight. He taught for a while in Europe, too, and then came to Bentley because his grandparents were from here.
Chloe and I both belong to Ex Libris. Even though Chloe plans to study chemistry in college, she’s always loved to read and write. That explains the journal, and it explains why she joined the club sophomore year when Ron heaped praise on every poem she wrote. I didn’t know Chloe very well then. I knew who she was—a beautiful, unattainable girl way out of my league. Obviously, we never hung out, and whenever Ron praised her writing, I felt a sting of jealousy deep in my chest.