66 CHARLOTTE MILLER
November 29
I paced outside of Morson County High and checked my watch for the third time in five minutes. School was about to let out, but it was already getting dark, and I hoped I could spot Ophelia in the crowd of students once they had come bursting through the exits. I waited by the South wing so that she would need to walk toward me if she were on her way home. Patience is key, Charlotte. Like the spider to the fly. The bell rang and my body tensed. Teens poured out of the doorways, vacating the premises as fast as they could. My eyes darted back and forth, but there were no signs of Ophelia. When the rush slowed to a trickle, I was sure she had slipped by me. I nearly gave up, but just then, her dark hair and jean jacket caught my eye. I was right where I need
