It’s strange how silence can scream louder than words.
Ever since that night, Ridgeview High has never been the same. The laughter that used to echo through the halls has faded, replaced by whispers that vanish when you turn around.
No one talks about what happened. Not really. They just avoid the places, the people, the memories.
But every time I walk past the science wing, I can still smell the smoke — faint, but there.
Some people say it was just an accident. Others think someone knows more than they should.
I don’t know what to believe anymore.
All I know is that the truth doesn’t disappear.
It waits.
And sometimes, it watches you from the shadows.