The sun was shining high in the sky on graduation day, something we all hoped for but didn’t expect. The university’s outdoor stadium was filled with people - families and children, moms and dads, all here to wish their college graduates well. It was warmer than I liked because of the sun, and sweat formed under my graduation robe, my skin glowing red. I was sure I looked like an absolute disaster, but it didn’t matter.
“Hey,” Jami said, elbowing me in the ribs. “Earth to Renee. You look like you’re going to be sick.”
“Hopefully not,” I murmured, looking around. “There’s just a hell of a lot of people I have to walk in front of. I’m going to trip, or something, and face-plant it in front of a thousand people. It will be recorded on someone’s phone and uploaded to YouTube with a smartass
