![]() ![]() ![]() I’d seen the way his face deflated when he read the yellow memo the admin lady had brought into class, the way his gaze lingered on me when he raised his eyes and told us fourth period was ending twenty minutes early so we could attend a special assembly. My gut told me I should feel guilty for taking advantage of Mr Harvey’s trusting nature-he was the only teacher who still didn’t look at me like I was a stray Rottweiler-but my heart had more important things to worry about. I slipped inside the empty classroom and closed the door behind me. But none of that had anything to do with me. ![]() In the school quad I could hear the thud of a badly aimed football smacking into the side of the science block, and Mrs Trussel shouting for Jeremy MacKenzie to come over here right now, and students laughing and gathering to watch Mrs Trussel’s arm fat wobble as she waved her hands around. It was humid, the kind of day where you sweat and sweat and it never makes a damn bit of difference. Ella Lewis choked to death in the early hours of a lonely Monday morning. ![]()
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