"Thank you for your cooperation. If we have more questions, we'll reach out to you." Detective Pikachu motioned toward the door.
He didn't need to say more. My body moved before my mind, legs carrying me across the room until my hand was twisting the doorknob.
All day long, they'd been pulling students aside, questioning us about the fire in Keene Dorm. My dorm. One minute I was dragging my suitcase toward the gate, the next alarms were blaring and screams were tearing through my eardrums.
It was a terrifying thing to witness; something found in nightmare stories.
I kept thinking; if I hadn't been expelled, I would've been inside. Would I had made it out unhurt?
Some didn't make it out. That's what the rumors said. Nothing confirmed yet, but my gut twisted anyway. I couldn't help but feel like fate was intentionally trying to fuck with me.
Because in this life, nothing was following the script. I was expelled, Kai was reborn, Hayden hated me, and now Stan-Hedge had burned.
