“Freedom, finally!” I raise my arms, missing the intense rays of sunshine for the first time in my life.
After Steve’s spectacle of receiving his diploma, we had to wait another torturous twenty minutes to throw our caps to the sky—or ceiling?—and scream like children picking up candy fallen from a piñata. Coach joined us for some proper congratulations, with an awkward as hell hug. Hey, I can’t blame the man.
He spends half the day screaming at the top of his lungs until he can’t produce any more saliva and then he goes home voiceless. But I have to admit, it feels good. I’ve always thought of Smith as a father, a much better one than my biological one. If he suddenly came to me with the proposal to adopt me, I’d accept without a second thought.
“Don’t forget you have that interview w
