CYNTHIA's P O V

I was still thinking about the incident that happened the day before with Becca and Oliver as I made my way through the hallways of my school with a heavy heart. My discussion from yesterday afternoon with the Dean kept playing over and over in my head, and I wished that I could obtain an update on the situation first thing in the morning.

My backpack was thrown across my shoulders as I made my way towards my classroom when I was abruptly forced to stop by the scene that was in front of me.

Many students may be seen huddled together in that area in...