I scored a perfect grade on my college entrance exam. I only went into my brother’s laptop to look for a place to rent a dress for my celebration… but his WhatsApp Web was open. I was going to close it, until I saw a message from my mom: “Let’s take Lulu to the beach for a few days; the poor thing is sad about not getting in.” In the group were my parents, my brother, and my cousin. I wasn’t there.
My phone vibrated. It was Mr. Vasquez. “Mariana, sorry to insist. The principal didn’t cancel. She said news like this isn’t silenced by someone else’s sadness. The TV crew is already on their way to the school. We’ll see you at eight.” I read the message twice. I felt something inside me—something that had been…
