A fortune-teller, Fiona? She reached out to grab my hair, twisting it into a tight coil. All the cute guys had left for the parties around town. Killian scoped the landscape for any eye candy she might have missed, but it was getting late. It was either that or the basketball toss, the only two things we hadn’t done yet, and basketball tosses were so rigged. A blue-and-yellow tent with a hand-painted sign: MADAME FORTUNA CAN SEE YOUR FUTURE! 5 TICKETS! We were standing in front of the Ring of Fire, watching the last of the seniors sneak in a final ride, when I saw it, tucked away behind an elephant ear stand. It had to-high school was officially over. Maybe it was the heavy June humidity, or the lights and screams from the midway, or how the four of us clung together, laughing too much, like nothing would ever come between us, but something big was going to happen. How I knew that, I don’t know, but during the closing hour of the fair, I felt different. VIRGIN ISLANDS-ĪBOUT THE PUBLISHER 9780060885670_Interior_0007_001 THE NIGHT BEFORE BAY HIGH GRADUATION FAIR. TORTOLA, BRITISH VIRGIN ISLANDS-ĭAY 5, 10:00 A.M. SAN JUAN AND FAJARDO, PUERTO RICO-ĭAY 4, 9:10 A.M. THE NIGHT BEFORE BAY HIGH GRADUATION FAIR-ĭAY 3, 8:15 A.M.
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