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back into a sink full of yellow liquid. Lemon Kool-Aid packet wrappers from the drop littered the floor.
    The girls’ heads turned as one. David could hear their pursuers run past, down the hallway. The fourth girl lifted her head up from the sink. It was Hilary. Her wet hair was a vibrant yellow.
    “David?” Hilary said.
    She looked into his eyes. God, he missed her! She was the only one he could ever really talk to. He wanted time to stop and everyone else to fade away. The other girls began to shout.
    “Help!” they screamed.
    Will pulled David out of the room, back into the darkness.
    The five Varsity guys ran at them from the far end of the hall.
    David and Will sprinted past four classrooms and rushed down a flight of stairs.
    They took every odd turn they could, doubled back, and ended up on the first flight of the main staircase, in the foyer of the school. They stopped, hearts thumping and legs ready to quit. There was no sign of Varsity on their tail. The glass front wall that once let in brilliant sunlight, now mostly shattered, looked out to a cold wall of steel sheets welded together.
    Will slumped down against the wall of the main staircase, while David checked all exits.
    “I think we’re good.”
    “Screw you. They want you, not me.”
    Will was right. Sam had been using Varsity to terrorize David for weeks.
    “I’ll get us into one of the other gangs,” David said.
    “Wake up, David. Sam’s got it out for you. No one is going to take on Sam as their enemy just to let you in. He straight up killed somebody.”
    David was tired, and he was sick of Will’s attitude.
    “Don’t kid yourself,” David said. “Nobody wants you either.”
    “I’d have a lot better shot if I wasn’t hooked up with you.”
    “Then be my guest. Go ask one of the gangs. Just try not to piss your pants while you’re doing it!”
    Will jumped on him. David knew he’d taken it too far. Will hated to admit it, but no gang wanted him with or without David. His epilepsy made him a liability. Will got David in a headlock and tried to squeeze the life out of his neck. It was a solid hold, and Will was giving it everything. He was stronger than David thought. David slammed Will hard against the wall, and his brother’s grip popped loose. David slipped out.
    Will grabbed a shard of glass off the steps and thrust it in front of him like a knife. David stared the shard. It made no sense.
    “What the hell are you doing?”
    Desperate anger contorted Will’s face. Blood dripped from his tight grip on the shard. His breath sputtered like he was about to cry. Three Varsity guys ran into the room from the first-floor hallway. David and Will ran up the stairs but stopped halfway when the other two gang members appeared at the top of the flight. Will swung his glass shard wildly at them. The Varsity guys closed in on them, taking one slow step at a time.
    “Don’t worry, guys,” one of them said, laughing. “Sam’s got a real fun game set up for you in the gym.” A hissing-popping sound rang out. David took his eyes off his pursuers. Sparks flew from a central metal plate at the school’s front entrance. A molten red line was being cut through the steel in the shape of a doorway. When the siz-zling red line met the floor, the metal cutout toppled inward, sending dust whooshing up in a filthy cloud. Outside, it was dark. It must have been night.
    The Varsity guys forgot about David and Will entirely when twenty soldiers, armed with machine guns and wearing black haz-mat suits, hustled into the foyer. With military efficiency, they secured the entrance in a semicircle formation, guns ready to fire at any sudden movement. Their faces were shielded by the tinted lenses of their masks. Students who had wandered in shouted down the halls for everyone to come quick.
    The soldiers said nothing as they erected a set of heavy, hinged steel doors to the outside. More and more students flooded into the room and onto the stairs, staying