Noah

By the time I heard about it, it was already old news.

Which was kind of the point.

I was at my locker, half-listening to Reyes complain about his chem quiz, when Jackson came up beside me and leaned his shoulder against the metal like he had something heavy sitting on his chest.

“You hear what my sister did this morning?” he asked.

I looked up instantly. “No. What happened?”

He didn’t smile. Didn’t joke. Just shook his head once, slow.

“She shut it down. ...