“Hannah, sweetheart, you’ve barely touched your food.”
“I’m not hungry, Mom.”
She looked at my face with that quiet attention only mothers have. “Is it school again?”
I shrugged. “They put up the prom posters today. Brittany was handing out the tickets like she owned the place.”
My mother’s lips pressed together. She knew Brittany’s name. Brittany had bullied me for years and somehow always escaped consequences. I suspected it had something to do with the fact that she had led the cheerleading team to a state championship.
I pushed a noodle around my plate. “Mom, I don’t want to go to prom. I really don’t.”
She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “Hannah, listen to me. You only get one senior prom. Just one. Give yourself one good memory before you graduate. Please.”
“A good memory,” I repeated quietly. “Mom, the only memory I’d make is being the girl in the corner.”
