The next morning, the school gathered in the gym. Alaska Young was dead. Her car had slammed into a police cruiser on the highway. She hadn't even swerved.
The semester was a blur of illicit wine, elaborate pranks on the "Weekday Warriors," and late-night whispers. Pudge fell in love with her because she was everything he wasn't: loud, messy, and devastatingly alive. But Alaska was also a girl hiding behind the spine of every book she owned. She was mourning a mother she couldn't save and running from a guilt that didn't have a name. Then came the night of January 10th. Looking for Alaska Drama 2019 0h 50m 8
"Suffering," she snapped, her green eyes flashing. "It’s not a room. It’s a way of being. And we’re all stuck." The next morning, the school gathered in the gym