KATY'S POV
“Do you think this jacket is too flowery?” Lucy asks, turning slightly as she smooths the fabric between her fingers. “I wanted to go for black, but this looked better. Right?”
Ngozi studies her from head to toe, taking her time before answering. “It’s not flowery,” she says finally. “It’s cool.” Then her attention shifts to herself and she reaches up, lightly touching her hair. “What about mine? Is it too much? I don’t want it to look like I really tried.”
I let out a quiet sigh as their voices fade into background noise. We’re standing outside, waiting for the hockey team bus to pull in, and I can’t help thinking that I’ve never seen Lucy or any of these girls put this much thought into debate. And I don’t mean preparation to actually win.
It’s seven in the morning. Seven.
