I knew this meant she’d had a rough day, and this was further solidified when I spotted Mei in the dispersin’ crowd. She stood still in the surgin’ bodies watchin’ us with a sort of pained smile on her face. Dressed all in black, one dark lipstick application away from full-blown goth, Cleo’s best friend watched over her as she always did. It was a kind of hand-off we had. I had Cleo before and after school, and Mei had her durin’ the daytime hours.
