"What's going on?" I asked Grayson as he stopped my wheelchair and the end of one of the aisles of chairs.

"I have no idea," he said as he sat down beside me. "But who cares. It's getting us out of biology."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Don't you need biology to be a veterinarian?"

"Well, yeah," Grayson said. "But I can only have enough of your brother before wanting to pull my hair out."

I slapped his shoulder. "Don't be mean about my brother."

Grayson just gave me a smile as Mrs. Hanks, the teacher in charge of this year's graduation committee walked to the front...