ADINNA’S POV
The blast tears through the lab the second I hit the door. Heat and smoke chase me down the hallway as I stumble forward, coughing, eyes stinging. I don’t stop running until I’m outside, my chest heaving, my skin prickling from the shock. Behind me, the lab is swallowed by orange flames and black smoke.
By morning, the whole school knows.
They whisper as I walk past, words floating just loud enough for me to catch.
She did it. She finally lost it. She blew up the lab.
When I’m called in for questioning, I sit across from the board, hands clasped in my lap as they throw accusations at me.
“This isn’t the first time trouble has followed you,” one of them says.
“I didn’t do it,” I whisper.
Another sighs, flipping through papers. “The evidence is inconclusive, but the inci
