Margaret Walks Across the High School Stage on a Warm June Morning
“They have already printed the final programs,” I said. “Without her name.”
“We are still going to do our part,” Kayla said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a bundle of papers. “The seniors are not going to let them erase her.”
“What are you planning, Kayla?” I asked.
“We have a plan,” she said, looking down at the class list. “But I cannot tell you the details, Margaret. It is better if you do not know.”
“I do not want you to get into trouble,” I said. “Vance can be very difficult.”
“Olivia would have done it for us,” Kayla said, her voice steady. “We are going to make sure everyone in that gymnasium remembers her.”
She stood up, gathering her papers and tucking them back into her bag. The list of names remained on the table for a brief second before she slid it inside her folder.
“I have to go meet the others at the park,” she said. “We have to finish the preparations before tomorrow.”
“Be careful,” I said.
“We will be,” she said, her hand on the door handle. “Just make sure you are there, Margaret.”
