Joyce Knightly: February 29th,20XX
Aaron wrapped me into a tight hug and didn’t let go as soon as I got back into the car. His head was sweaty from how much he’d moved around on this unusually sunny day, and his breath was haggard as he panted into my shoulder.
Just like he’d done for me before, I wrapped him as tightly as I could and softly stroked his hair. I didn’t know what had happened in there but going by the injuries on the kids and the criminal’s severe state, I could take a few guesses.
The police had filed into the school as soon as they’d hacked the gates open and had quickly taken all the injured to the hospital. They were working hard on sending everyone else home, but the paparazzi kept getting in their way.
That much couldn’t be helped. The school had too many kids that would eventually grow up to be influential figures in the industry. This incident had endangered too many of them for this to blow over.