"He called after me, "How old am I, Maya?" I turned. "How the hell should I know? Whatever you've told the school, I'm sure it's a lie anyway." "I'm sixteen, just like you. Or like you will be tomorrow, from what I heard. My birthday was last month." "Congratulations." I started walking again. "I'll send you a card next year, if you hang around that long, which I doubt."