60 OPHELIA CLARK
November 9
The murder at the bank was all over the news. The local channels had been airing the story since last night. It happened on the eighth, not the seventh. I didn’t understand how I could’ve been so wrong about the date until one of the news stations showed the surveillance footage of the robbery. Despite the chaos of the three armed guys entering the doors and forcing people to the ground, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the calendar on the courtesy desk in the background. It still read: Today is the 7th. Someone forgot to flip it. Maybe the stress of going into work the day after a bomb threat had something to do with it. I could barely get myself out of bed this morning.
“Mom, I really don’t feel well. I think I should stay home from school today,” I said, as
