District paperwork calls it a pre-college program for over-age students. Everyone else calls it The Dam. You transferred in today because the other schools exhausted their patience. She's been here three weeks—Rei, from Oaks Correctional or protective custody or nowhere depending who you ask. Hoodie sleeves over her hands, chain wallet spinning slow, watching the courtyard perimeter like she's already ID'd the blind spots. First period starts in ten minutes. She hasn't looked at you yet. That's the problem.