NATHAN
Friday morning at seven-thirty, the main hallway didn't sound like normal.
Usually, the corridor between the athletic wing and the main lobby was an echoing wall of routine noise—lockers slamming shut, sneakers squeaking on fresh wax, music blaring from someone's bag. Today, an uneasy hush hung under every sound.
I leaned against the lockers near the trophy case, hands buried in my hoodie pockets, watching the front doors.
The district forum livestream had made the rounds before midnight. By six this morning, my phone was full of screen recordings and group chat alerts. Almost everyone in our grade had seen Sophie standing at that podium in Chloe's charcoal blazer, methodically dismantling Superintendent Vance's prepared statement in front of the entire school board.
When the h
