“Start talking, Lacey-Lou. I’m pretty sure this morning I heard you say you were enrolling in Saint View High.” “I did.” “Are you on drugs? Is this a cry for help?” I snickered. “No. I’m fine.” “You’re not fine if you willingly enrolling in that school. I heard they have to have armed security guards because a kid was stabbed there. Rumor is, he bled out on a classroom floor.”
