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Is this you trying to get out of going to prom?

You promised you’d come out!

Viv - No! Not at all! Please trust me! Just please walk.

No immediate response.

Viv - Em?

EMILY DO NOT GET IN THE CAR.

My heart is hammering a wild beat. How can I stop this? I try texting Em again.

Viv - EM. Please! Please don’t get in the car!

Something bad is going to happen!

Em’s icon finally flashes, showing she’s seen my message.

Em - I don’t know what you’re playing at, but fine.

Walk weirdo.

We’re on our way to the prom and we’ll see you there.

I feel my heart sink to my toes.

No. I’m supposed to be able to stop this.

I pull on some running shoes and run for the door.

Tearing down the sidewalk, I race towards the school. It’s starting to rain. That isn’t ominous at all. I pull out my phone and dial Em. No answer.

Thunder booms and the sky opens into a torrential downpour. As if I needed more motivation to run faster.

Almost there.

Soon, the school comes into view. Cars line up along the front drive, and teenagers spill out, trying to avoid the rain.

Already soaked to the bone, I stop to scan the cars, looking for Jackson’s.

Nothing.

I dash inside the school, ignoring the looks from other students. My dress is splattered in mud, and I can feel my makeup dripping down my cheeks. They back away from me and start whispering and pointing my way.

Em isn’t here. Maybe she hasn’t arrived yet?

Ignoring the giggles, I run back outside. I stop under the awning to scan the lineup of cars for new arrivals — still no Jackson or Em.

“Come on, come on,” I mutter as I pull out my phone to call Em again.

Still no answer. They should be here by now.

And then I hear it, a sound that even the torrential rain can’t mask.

Sirens.

The ambulance tears down the main drive toward Em’s house. My panic starts to claw its way up to the surface, and the edges of my vision eyes darken.

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