We discussed Poe that morning.
Olivia said: “Ravens are a symbol of bad luck.”
Kyle snorted. I thought nothing; he had a crush on Olivia, which he’d told me once in confidence.
I supervised cafeteria that day. Sitting in an uncomfortable orange chair, eating a Fuji apple, I read “We Need to Talk About Kevin,” which I felt forced to read despite it being epistolary and grim. I leaned back, enjoying the burst of apple juice and watched the dynamics unfolding around me. I wasn’t much older than these teens yet felt decades.
Then Kyle appeared with a gun.
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3 thoughts on “Nevermore”
Oh wow, terrible ending there. Let’s hope that scenario stops becoming reality in US schools.
I think the US has to get rid of lobbiest, which I am coming to believe are the root of all evil. Without their sway and money, politicians might do the right thing.
Absolute power corrupts absolutely. I’m not sure it would help, but it might. Cheers