The Last Gathering
"Alright, children," Miss Delacroix said, and the way she said it—so quiet, so final—made me feel like she'd just locked a door that would never be opened again. "Childhood is over." We were standing on the football field of that small school in the Georgia backcountry, forty-five of us thirteen-year-olds surrounded by our teacher, looking up at a sky that looked exactly the same as it had ten...
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