Lane DeGregory: LAKELAND
They had just finished lunch, were just crumpling paper napkins into trash bins, when the call came through the school speakers:
"Will the following girls please report to the conference room . . . "
The teenagers looked at each other. What was going on?
"Lindsey," said the voice coming through the speaker. A girl with green bangs hung her head.
"Spring," the voice continued. In the corner of the lunchroom, a 15-year-old huddled behind her black curtain of hair. Dark liner smudged her eyes. She looked as if she had been crying.
The voice called several other names. Finally it said: "Chayna." A girl with a short ponytail cringed. The look on her face said: What did I do…
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