Seventy-Five

Kira

After the war, school resumed, and to say it was chaotic would be an understatement; everyone seemed to be running crazy.

Students swarmed the hallways, and their loud voices gave me a headache. I did not understand the outbursts of excitement, possibly because I was not friends with those in higher-ranking positions.

My locker slammed shut after I gathered everything I needed for the day, and I shuffled past the other students in the hallway, wincing occasionally when a backpack brushed against my hand.

Cliques and social hierarchies resurfaced, and students reconnected with old friends. Also, the academic pressure of missing two weeks of school had taken its toll; most teachers worked every minute to make up for lost time.

Perhaps that explained why my gaze was drawn to the figure of a boy in the corner, vaping furiously. My first reaction was to turn away, but then my gaze returned to him again. These students were highly wild. The madness spread to the computer teacher, who w