An ordinary Tuesday—
sometimes refused to stay ordinary.
By the second period, whispers had spread through the halls of Westwood High.
“There’s going to be an assembly.”
“No one knows why.”
Jason, naturally, claimed he did.
“I have inside information.”
Ryan looked up from his notebook.
“You absolutely do not.”
“I have instincts.”
“You have imagination.”
Emily smiled.
“To be fair, it’s a very active imagination.”
When the announcement finally came over the loudspeaker, students made their way to the auditorium.
Rows of seats quickly filled with excited chatter.
Lily found a seat beside Emily.
A moment later, Noah quietly took the seat on her other side.
Neither of them mentioned it.
It simply happened.
Onstage, the principal stepped to the microphone.
“Good morning, ever
