We come in sipping our Starbucks. We're in uniform. They confiscate our coffee and remind us that our cellphones are forbidden. I look to Jill for comfort but she is slipping into high school faster than I can help her. I feel so lost. My cellphone is deep in my skirt's pocket. It makes me nervous. I am committing a high school offense.
I join the flag ceremony. Miserable.
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