LaMesha buried her face in the pillow. Her heart wished it had a fraction of DaMarko’s energy and enthusiasm, maybe even his charisma and likeability, without losing herself in the process. She couldn’t find authenticity in half of the things he mentioned: the status of an Agent was the only thing she could relate to. But status was worthless without the admiration of others. LaMesha remained face down on her bed.
“I thought you were going to City Hall,” DaMarko asked. “I tried tracking you with the GeoDevice earlier and noticed.”
“Yeah, I’ve had a change of plans,” LaMesha said, her face buried in the pillow. “And I need some advice.”
“I’m all ears,” DaMarko said.
LaMesha flipped around and laid on her back. She put her hands above her head and stared at the metal railings of the bunk bed bars.
