Room 314 and the Graduation Tickets for Hannah Morgan
“I missed AP Chemistry for this,” she said.
“I didn’t ask anyone to come,” I said.
Allison ignored me.
She picked up a thick green workbook and flipped it open on her lap.
The cover said Advanced Chemistry Practice Questions.
“Forty-five thousand dollars,” she said.
“That’s exactly what a semester at an elite college costs now.”
“And that doesn’t even include housing,” she added.
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