Chapter 14
Best black skirt. New gray top. I add the blue-gray scarf I finished knitting last night. Since I’m Jane Eyre at boarding school, I don’t want to dress too flashy. Vanilla chai deodorant.
Okay, so they didn’t have Starbucks in Victorian England.
Clouds cover the sky as the bus pulls from Fremont High. We travel south toward Mankato East High School, and the sun makes its appearance, just a small sliver at first. When we arrive, it’s to a sunburst of warmth. Tory steps from the bus, tips her head toward the sky, and smiles.
“It’s a good omen,” she says.
Ryan comes up behind her, pats her arm. “It is.”
Today, they are a united front. They’re here to win. I tip my face upward as well. I let the sun warm my skin and inhale air that’s trying hard to smell like spring. The secon
