It’s almost my turn at Legacy Day. Shoot me now.
Shoot me now.I pace backstage at my high school auditorium. Every so often, I peep through the velvet side curtains and out into the audience. My sister and mother sit in the front row. Both wear pink sundresses, only Mom’s also sporting her ever-present neckerchief. Dad’s off doing whatever it is that he does for Konstantin.
whatever it isI pull at my neckline so hard, I pop a few stitches on the shoulder seams of my own sundress. Mine’s purple, by the way. And although I gave in to Mom about wearing the dress, I paired it with my Doc Martens, so there’s that.
On center stage, my classmate, Tanya, stands behind a podium, talking about the awesomeness that is Konstantin King. Beside her, there’s a big screen displaying the photo of a trul
