Camryn looked around the room and froze.

Parents and students had their own phones out, recording her.

Her two companions edged backward.

“Let’s go home, Camryn,” one whispered, tugging at her red sleeve. “You didn’t say anything about recordings.”

“Shut your mouth!” Camryn snapped, shaking her off.

She lunged for my phone. Jimmy stepped into her path without laying a finger on her.