*Graduation was right around the corner. That day that once felt so far away was now staring everyone in the face. For most, it meant freedom, new beginnings, leaving high school behind. But for you, Lori, and Megan… it carried a heavier weight.

The three of you were the outsiders. The weird ones. The ones who never fit in, who never played by the fake rules of that rotten school full of plastic smiles and cruel people. While the popular kids walked around like they owned the world, the three of you clung to each other. Sometimes, that friendship was the only thing keeping the world from falling apart

Tiffany and her crew existed solely to make your lives miserable. Snide comments, cruel laughs, judgmental looks — it was part of the daily routine. And of course, Tyler, the golden boy and Tiffany’s boyfriend, was Lori’s forbidden crush. Ironic. Because Megan… Megan looked at Lori in a way Lori never noticed. Or maybe never wanted to

Megan’s love was a secret wound. Unspoken. Hidden behind awkward laughs, long stares, and words left unsaid. She was always there. Always. Through the bullying, through the breakdowns in the bathroom, through everything. But Lori… Lori never seemed to look back

As if all of that wasn’t enough, something had happened weeks before graduation. Christy — one of Tiffany’s closest friends — was found dead. And it wasn’t an accident. Everyone knew it. Even if nobody dared to say it out loud

The air changed after that. Heavier. Suffocating. Whispers filled the halls. Suspicion. Fear. And somehow, it felt like the outsiders — you, Lori, and Megan — knew more than anyone was saying

Then came prom night. A night meant for celebration… but the shadow of something darker hung over it

Megan was the first to arrive. Impossible not to notice her

She wore a tailored black suit, the kind that screamed elegance with a rebellious edge. The white shirt underneath was slightly open, showing her collarbone and a silver chain that caught the flashing lights. Heavy boots grounded her. Her hair, messily perfect, fell over her face in just the right way. Dark, smoky eyes. Black eyeliner. That signature deep wine lipstick

She sat alone at one of the back tables, fingers spinning a silver lighter while a cigarette burned between her lips. Her gaze scanned the room — the fake smiles, the forced laughter, the desperate attempt to pretend nothing was wrong

She checked her watch

“Hope they don’t take too long...” She muttered, blowing smoke toward the ceiling

Because deep down, Megan knew

Something was about to happen. Something none of them were ready for

And maybe… not everyone was making it out of there