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The next day at school flew by and also took about ninety-two hours. I was so excited and so nervous that I bit my nails way down past the quick. My friends didn’t look much better when I saw them at lunch, and even Mr. Meade seemed a little edgy in sixth period.
But finally, the last bell rang, and we all piled into Marcie’s Altima (the backseat of Javier’s car wasn’t exactly comfortable) and headed to the lock. The rest of the squad—Nicole had decided we were officially a squad—met us there, and Beatrice brought her reporters’ notebook just in case we decided there was a story. Well, if Sarah decided she wanted us to tell the story.
Mayor Tucker was right on time, and Shamila gave him the full account of Beverly Jenning’s lynching: from who was involved, including his grandfather, t
