Sienna

“Final year,” Kendra said, spinning around in front of the school gates like she owned the world. “We’re officially legends.”

I laughed, adjusting my bag. “You’re acting like we’re graduating today.”

“We basically are!” she said, flashing her phone to take a selfie. “Smile, Sienna, this is history.”

I half-smiled. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy hot,” she said, posing again.

The school looked different somehow—same halls, same lockers, same smell of ...