Her camera had been hanging from its spot on her wall for what felt like months. But it wasn’t until Bonnie received the urgent texts from the newspaper team about this supposed prom evacuation did she pick it up again and go to document the drama for whoever decided to write an article on it. She stood across the street from the action, watching all of the teenagers run out in their gorgeous dresses and fabulous suits and snapped a few photos. “If anyone had done this to my prom, I’d have murdered,” she said to no one in particular.
Well... so much for listening to Shray’s advice to come out of his cottage and chaperone prom. The first part of the evening was plain boring, since he barely saw anyone around, and the second part... was just a disaster. After making sure his little brother was evacuated safely from the stink bomb debacle, Samir stood on the other side of the street, silently watching the last people escape the dance hall. Bonnie, one of his cottagemates, happened to stand next to him. “I don’t think you’re the only one. My brother isn’t even a senior yet, but I’m sure he’ll be digging to the bottom of this. So will mother, I’m sure,” Samir spoke with a sigh. “I’ve never been too big on school dances, but I don’t understand why anyone would ruin the fun for others like this.”















