The halls were crowded and noisy. The last night before the start of school pushed the anticipation up a notch. A few guys called out but I kept walking and made my way downstairs and outside. A group of girls were standing a few yards away and they turned.

Seniors. They knew the score. I looked them over and saw Joni, who was good with her tongue. I placed my arm around her.

“No Isabella?” one of the girls asked, reminding Joni that harassment would come her way if ...