That’s a lie. I know exactly where I should start. Seventh Grade, that’s where. It was the 1988-89 school year. I was attending a magnet school in New Orleans that went 7th-12th grade. It looked like a gothic art deco birthday cake surrounded by live oak trees. There was even a Catholic girls school across the street. Of course it was unairconditioned – the terrazzo floors were literally slimy much of the year. I’m not sure it gets much more New Orleans than that school. […]
Honestly, I don’t know where to start.
The Warlord Wants Forever by Kresley Cole