Ballz was unblocked. Not on the school's firewall. But in his head. And that was the only place that mattered.
Holloway squinted. She didn't understand half the words, but they sounded academic. "Close it. Now."
Leo didn't look up. He couldn't. He was in the Ballz zone. The ball was a laser, the paddle was an extension of his will. He pulled off a impossible angle, threading the needle between two "4" bricks to hit the lone "6" behind them. The screen flashed. COMBO! Score: 67.
The ball shot out. It missed the brick. His heart stopped.
A shadow fell over the Chromebook.
