The Last Bell

The final bell rings, but you don’t move. Students rush past, laughter and footsteps fading into the hallway. Soon, the classroom is empty. You step out into the hall. It should be loud—echoing voices, slamming lockers—but it’s silent. Too silent. Then, you see her. A girl stands at the far end of the corridor, her long hair covering her face. The lights flicker. She’s closer.