Jackson

By Monday morning, Ridgeville High was buzzing like a kicked hornet nest.

People weren’t whispering — they were flat-out talking. Loud. Dramatic. Half-wrong.

Online posts were still circulating from the party, but now the narrative had gotten so twisted I wanted to staple everyone’s phones shut.

I heard one freshman tell her friend, “I heard Jessa drowned at the party and they had to revive her!”

What.

The.

Hell.

Another person added, “No, no — ...