The screams of students being dragged away by hulking soldiers, agents ready to pounce on anything suspicious, Brianna’s lack of common sense. Even the idea of Adrian being in the same house kept me awake. From that night on I never had a good night’s sleep. The next morning after saving Brianna, at school the soldiers returned to publicly execute the principle in front of the student body. No one screamed, we were all being held to watch at gunpoint. There was a giant rock by the field house, I passed it every day on my way in. The firing squad painted it red. I couldn’t wait for the first rain, to wash the sick reminder away. I tried to push the image out of my head but the fact that it was my fault wouldn’t let it leave. This too added to my lack of sleep. After the execution the entire next week the halls were patrolled by soldiers. None of them recognized me. I was thankful Adrian hadn’t been lying. The students walked from class to class wearing solemn expressions.
