It was as if Shay was born with a mind light-years ahead of the rest of us and knew high school status wouldn’t mean shit in the scheme of things. She wasn’t a piece that fit one puzzle. She was a one-size-fits-all person. She managed to find a spot in everyone’s world, and it all seemed so effortless. The geeks at our school talked about Shay the same way the goths did—with love and admiration. She was amazing to everyone. To everyone but me.
