16
Worthy
Back at the dorms, I reunited with Gigi, Moma, and Prayikina. It had taken me longer than anticipated to walk back, so everyone else was settled in with cigarettes, snacks, and loud music. Jamie had collapsed from exhaustion, nursing a can of coke while I relayed the story about Sam’s Remy-possessed flip-out.
“Wow,” Moma said, “I’m so glad I’m headed to New York next semester.”
Prayikina giggled. “Yeah, because everyone in New York is a fine upstanding individual with no drama whatsoever.”
“If there’s drama, there’s drama, but at least I’ll be half a world away from my dad and all this bizzarro spiritual-world crap.”
“Crap?” I asked, unable to hide my disgust at her condescending attitude. “Just because you’re going to art school, it doesn’t make you—”
“Make me what?”
Gig
