The following morning, André woke up to another rustle of movements from just outside their door. It wasn’t supposed to be like this considering they haven’t really done anything, yet, and it’s f*****g 3 o’clock in a Saturday morning.
But here they were. Packed inside the hallways, trying to get into the foyer of the main building.
André grabbed a lowerclassman by the shoulders and asked, “What the hell’s going on?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t really know. Someone just said that we should head over for the front foyer.”
When they arrived there, nearly half of the school was already standing by the doorway, staring up at a blank screen in front of them that was projected through a hole in the ceiling.
Not long after, when everyone else who came in late had finally settled down,
