Three nights later, during rec time, Taylor found herself standing in front of the bulletin board again. The flyer was still there. The sign-up sheet beneath it had six names already written down in various degrees of confidence and bad penmanship.
She stared at the empty line waiting below them. Then, before she could overthink it into oblivion, she picked up the pen chained to the board and wrote: Taylor Loudrick.
The letters looked neat, like she wrote them with a careful hand. It seemed like there was too much hope.
Still, though, she capped the pen and stepped away from the board before she crossed out her name.
From across the room, Denise looked up from her card game, saw where Taylor had been standing, and grinned without saying a word. Taylor rolled her eyes and walked back to
