June || I sit in my room, looking through my possessions. Not much; just the first metallic green envelope that my best friend ever sent a letter to me in, along with the letter. My mother's silver pendant, the shoe someone threw at me while I was part of a Broadway play, and my passport.
[Open with Brinley] I sit at the lunch table across from the cheer table. The girls were begging me to come sit with them, but I preferred not to. I hated all the gossip. I look at my phone as you sit next to me