Luna Saturday, September 3 As I walk offstage, away from Headmaster Bumblebee– a Black woman with dreadlocks piled high into a bun– I try to hold back tears. It wouldn’t hurt so much if the circumstances had been different. Indigo isn’t that bad, I tell myself. This is just a really smart school. If I study hard enough, I’ll rank higher. I just wish Headmaster Bumblebee hadn’t announced that in front of everyone. I know she probably wanted to make a point of how amazing it is that Sol and I are this close as siblings, but she couldn’t have done anything worse. I manage to hold myself together until I reach my seat next to Sol. Then I break down into silent tears.
