Kenna stops pedaling half way down the hill. Her navy blue cadet blazer whips around her and her short hair tugs at her scalp. She can't stop herself from smiling. She loves this hill. She loves what's at the bottom.
Her internship supervisor released her early today so she could be with family. The selection broadcast is tomorrow morning at ten, and it is customary to allow those between the ages of fourteen and eighteen time to hug their siblings, their moms, and their dads. Maybe their aunts and uncles. Maybe their cousins. No one ever knows who they will come for until the announcement is made.
Kenna squeezes the break in front of the Mine 12 Diner. It's a white block with a picture window looking out onto a street of cracked asphalt. She skids to a halt and flicks out the kickstand with her foot. With one hand, she picks up the bike and sets it in front of the window. No one is going to take it whe