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“You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
A cool breeze swept across my mom’s floral shop, carrying the
smell of fresh paint and cardboard boxes. Being inside was a wel-
come change, but the longer I stood beneath the air-conditioner
vents the more I dreaded g oing back to the field.
My mom moved behind the counter, her dark hair tossed
into a messy ponytail and her gray T-shirt damp with sweat. The
bags under her eyes and streaks of dust on her cheeks told me
one thing—she was exhausted. She worked long hours trying to
get this place ready to open, and it looked like she was finally
making progress.
“You’ve gotten a lot done,” I said.
She leaned against the counter and smiled. “Been here since
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“This sucks.”
Freshly waxed tile squeaked beneath my tennis shoes, muf-
fled by banging locker doors and voices of students I didn’t know.
All morning I’d been a fish in a fishbowl, stared at and wondered
about. It was the dreaded new-girl effect, but I was over it. The
day couldn’t end soon enough.
I sipped from a w ater b
ottle as I searched for Case’s locker in
Junior Hall. Today would’ve marked the first day of my final
year at Baker Heights. My friends would be walking the halls
with me, talking about cheer practice or making plans to hit
Sonic a fter school. Seth would be t here, too.
Seth. I sucked in a breath and tried to swallow the knot in my
throat.
Where was Case? I scanned the hallway for my l ittle brother.
Before I could find him, someone backed into me. A backpack
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