Fifteen
“Check this out,” Perry says, sliding into the chair across from Gemma and me at breakfast the next morning. He pushes a slim rectangle of amber toward us. “It’s epic. Everything in one. Amber on one side, glass on the other. So you’ve got your mirror calls, social spells, latest news, everything. And a quick X like this—” he draws an X across the screen with his stylus “—and it shrinks to fit easily in your pocket.”
Gemma and I watch the device shrink down to about a quarter of its size. “Pretty cool,” I say. “I guess this means my amber is no longer the latest thing.” I remove my amber from my jacket pocket and place it on the table beside Perry’s.
“Ha!” Perry points at it and laughs. “That amber is so last month.”
“Moron,” Gemma mutters, but she’s smiling into her smoothie g
