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y Friday afternoon, we had built a good buzz about the school gathering. The local news had run a story about the school the night before and had even put up a photo of Charlotte and talked briefly about the “deaths,” as they called them, that had shut the school down.
Marcie had sent me a text late Thursday night. “Don’t read the comments.” So of course I did, and then, as usual, wished I hadn’t. I’ll never figure out why people think they can be so ugly and ignorant online. From the look of the comments on the station’s website, most people were none too happy about how the station had “stirred the pot” about what was “ancient history.”
Mr. Meade had gotten permission for all his students to leave school at 1:00 p.m. so we could help get Shady Run ready for the open house, whic
