There's a big group text with about a hundred names on it. Hailey's older brother, Remy, sent out the first message.
Protesting today @ 1st period.
Then curly-haird, dimpled Luke replied:
Hell yeah. Free day. I'm game.
And then Remy came back with:
That's the point, dumbass.
It's like somebody hit a pause button on my heart. "They're protesting for Khalil?"
"Yeah," Hailey says, all giddy and shit. "Perfect timing too. I so did not study for that English exam. This is, like, the first time Remy actually came up with a good idea to get out of class. I mean, it's kinda messed up that we're protesting a drug dealer's death, but -"