A girl with pink curlers in her hair waves daintily. "Don't forget to scream loud enough so your parents can hear you from the grave!"
Someone up ahead stumbles in their step. Another girl actually whimpers. Heidi's pulse races faster. She stares at the tiles under her feet, willing herself not to look as if she's unraveling, too.
But the seniors aren't done.
"Wrote your wills yet?" a broad-shouldered boy jeers, balancing his coffee cup on the balcony rail. "Oh, right… You're all Moon Blessed. No one's going to mourn you anyway."
An apple core sails through the air, landing with a wet smack at the feet of the boy in front of Heidi. He jumps, mutters a curse, then stumbles back into line. The laughter from above grows louder.
Junie mutters under her breath, "I swear, if I survive this, I'm coming back here and peeing in their shampoo bottles."
Heidi almost chuckles, but the sound lodges in her throat.
