Remember that me, my cousin Adam, my friends Jesus, Charlie, Sean and Helen were high school seniors in Groston. We were just trying to get through the end of the year. Was getting safely to graduation such a big ask?
But after the flood and the freeze, Ashby Bryson High was closed for renovation. Our entire school was being bussed to the next town over—to Fectville Regional High School. They were our arch rivals, the snooty kids from the rich town with the dam that broke and wrecked our school.