Jessica
I had just neared the end of my acceptance speech, and they were going to place the crown on my head when the gym doors disintegrated. The music stopped, and the spotlight illuminated where the doors once stood. Three large ravens flew through the opening and began circling overhead. Miss Alman screamed and then mumbled, “Prophet! Omen of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! Quoth the raven, nevermore,” as she began to sob loudly and uncontrollably.
Draven lept from the stage. “Where do you think you are going?”
He says over his shoulder, “I know what you and your girls did. Now you will atone for it all.” Just what the hell does he mean by that? No one knows what we did before getting dressed for prom. The only one that does is Tim, and he's likely dead. The ravens began di
