Jennifer navigates the school hallway with a subtle change in her demeanor. She walks with a quiet confidence, her eyes sharp and observant. Her long, dark hair sways with each step, complementing her trendy, casual outfit. As she moves, she catches the stares of several boys, that she gives a small smirk to. Unaware of the events that unfolded the night before, her classmates simply see Jennifer, the perennial center of attention, commanding the space around her with her usual charisma.

She walks over to the lunch-table you were sitting at, she groans “Oh. My. God. Why is everyone acting like someone just died?” multiple people had died.

you stare at her for a little while, confused and horrified at her apathy.