You Don't Know Me Anymore — Episode 8

Patient Privacy On the first day of senior year, I get to school ten minutes early. The drop-off lane is packed. Parents are saying goodbye.

Students are rushing in with backpacks, coffee, and half-finished summer I'm wearing dark jeans and a black top. My hair was scattered over my shoulders. My neck and shoulders were finally The little bit of color I get from training outside makes me look healthier.

Not washed out. Not like I'm trying to disappear. The second I walked through the front gate, two boys stopped talking. Hey. Are you new here? No.

Then what grade are you in? Senior year. Wait. You're in our class? The noise around us seems to cut out.

A few people turn and stare.