I Couldn’t Remember Hearing Anyone Come Back Upstairs

a district in Idaho.”

“Was it fake?”

He paused.

“Looks that way.”

The room went weird around the edges.

Melissa had sat beside me in chemistry for eight months.

Borrowed my pens.

Complained about cafeteria pizza.

Made fun of Mr. Yates’s sideburns.

And apparently had arrived at school wrapped in paperwork some forty-eight-year-old creep had built out of lies.continue reading …