The last day of school for the year was supposed to be fun. Just a half day where some teachers showed movies and the cafeteria made real pizza instead of the cardboard they usually served.

Not so much this year. I should have been enjoying myself. I'd made it through a whole year with friends and everything. I was even pretty sure I'd passed my courses despite all the interruptions in my life in the last nine months. For the first time ever, the last day of school was going ...