Claire looked across the busy atrium.

Three tables over, a boy in a heavy navy blazer sat on the edge of his chair.

He pulled at the stiff collar of his white dress shirt, mumbling to himself with his shoulders hunched.

Mason looked miserable in his stiff clothes, constantly fidgeting with his brass sleeve buttons.

Farther down the hall, on a bare wooden bench near the stairs, Eli and Owen were going over their note cards.

Both boys wore their cheap light blue jackets proudly, with the sleeves pushed up past their wrists.