POV: Samira
The drive to the Saint Trenton High parking lot on Saturday morning was conducted in a state of quiet focus. My duffel bag sat in the trunk along with the cooler of snacks Mom had insisted I bring. Beside me, Amanda was vibrating with an energy that was far too high for seven in the morning. She was scrolling through her phone, checking the weather app every thirty seconds.
"The forecast says clear skies but I am bringing my heavy raincoat just in case." Amanda said. She adjusted the visor and checked her reflection. "I heard Lance is bringing a guitar. Can you imagine? It is going to be so cliché and I am totally here for it."
"I am just here for the lack of cellular service." I replied. I turned the steering wheel and pulled into a spot near the yellow school buses designa
