POV: Samira James
The drive up to the Simms family cabin was a winding ascent through the dense pine forests that bordered the northern edge of the Trenton District. This was not the rustic and drafty shack the name implied but a sprawling structure of glass and cedar that perched on the edge of a private lake. It was the kind of place that existed solely for the purpose of wealthy families to pretend they were roughing it while enjoying heated floors and a professional grade kitchen. We had decided weeks ago that a final weekend getaway was the only appropriate way to celebrate the end of our academic careers before the chaos of prom and graduation took over our lives completely.
I sat in the passenger seat of Calvin's silver sedan and watched the sunlight flicker through the canopy of
