“So,” Elvis said. “Do you go to school?” “Yes.” “What are you, about a junior or senior in high school?” I blushed and said nothing, not willing to reveal that I was only in the ninth grade. “Well,” he persisted. “Ninth.” Elvis looked confused. “Ninth what?” “Grade,” I whispered. “Ninth grade,” he said and started laughing. “Why, you’re just a baby.”
