At school that day, Jordan was anxious to talk to Mr. Johns about mailing her short story in to the NPR competition. For a reason unbeknownst to her at the time, he didn’t seem terribly interested in her joy or even excited about the milestone. It was odd because he had been such an integral part in the process: encouraging, editing, guiding, reminding, etc. But now, it was as if he could care less.
Weird, she thought, I hope he’s just having a bad day. I can relate though…., dropping the issue.
BCS always had half-days of school on Fridays and as Jordan hung out with Alex on the front landing waiting for the busses to arrive, their mutual (but relatively distant) friend Georgia walked over handing each of them carefully decorated envelopes. She smiled shyly and said, “I hope you can make it,” before turning and quickly walking away.