With All My Soul
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First period math was weird without Emma. The stares continued all the way through class, and I actually had to do math during the last five minutes of class, when we were supposed to be starting our homework, since I had no one to whisper with.
But there were plenty of people whispering about me.
I was the center of attention when Id secretly died, yet somehow I was still the center of attention now that Em had secretly lived. I couldnt win for losing.
Hey, Kaylee. Chelsea Simms sat next to meuninvitedat my empty lunch table in the quad, and I silently cursed myself for showing up early.
Hey. I had no third period class, so I usually spent the hour there, knowing that if Tod had a break at work, thats where hed look for me.
Chelsea pulled a notebook from her bag. Do you mind if I ask you a few things about Emma? Im working on a memorial article for the school paper.
Oh, yeah. Journalism was also third period. Just my luck.
Sure.
She frowned, studying my expression. If this is a bad time, I can...?
No, go ahead. I dont mind talking about Em. Feels like Im keeping her memory alive. Hows that for quotable?
Great. Em was a junior, right? Chelsea said, and I nodded. And she had two sisters? Another nod, and I noticed that though her notebook was open, she wasnt taking notes. Whatever she really wanted to ask obviously required courage she hadnt yet worked up.
And...was she a good student?
I turned to face her directly, looking right into her eyes. Chelsea, just ask whatever you really want to know. Otherwise, this sounds like itll take all day.
She blinked, surprised, then nodded. Okay. She sat straighter and actually picked up her pen, ready to write. Do you really think its a coincidence that Emma Marshall and her boyfriend died on the same day? Just one day after Brant Williams died in his car, here on campus?
I swallowed, trying to hide my own surprise. Obviously our classmates were just as suspicious as the police had been, but I hadnt expected anyone to actually ask that question. And I certainly hadnt expected anyone to expect me to have an answer.
Do I think its a coincidence? I bought time to think by repeating the question. I dont know what it is. I dont see how it could be more than that. They died at different times, in different places, in different ways. Sort of. Neither Brant nor Jayson had any obvious cause of death, so the coroner had labeled them both with the generic heart failure. Which wasnt exactly common in teenagers.
Were you there when Emma died? Chelsea asked, her gaze glued to me. Watching closely for my reaction.
Yeah. A bunch ofus were. We took the day off for my birthday. The tears in my eyes were realI was lying, but the truth was no less traumatic. We were just goofing off on the swings. At the lake. But Em went too high. I sniffled. She was showing off. Then she let go and just... She just fell out of the swing. She landed on her back, but she must have hit her head first, and...
I stopped there, with another sob. A real one. Picturing Ems actual death helped. Seeing Belphegores hand on her neck. Hearing the gruesome crack. Seeing Emma crumple to the ground.
In my memory, it all happened in some kind of horrible slow motion. That was the only way Id gotten through the police interview, and Id seen no sign that they doubted any of my story.
Their suspicion had come later, when they started calculating the death toll.
It must have been horrible, Chelsea said, and I realized that my tears were like a shield between us. A line of defense she wouldnt cross. At least, not now. Not at sixteen. Though I had no doubt shed someday dial up the pressure on some poor lying politician, unfazed by tears.
It was.
Okay. Thanks. She stood, stuffing her notebook and pen into the front pocket of her scuffed denim backpack. Kaylee, I just want you to know that...we stopped the presses on the yearbooks. Theyd already started printing them, but when we told them about Brant, and Jayson, and Emma, they agreed to reprint at no additional charge. So...the yearbooks will be late, but shell have a memorial page. They all will.
Thank you. That means a lot. I hadnt even known Chelsea was on the yearbook staff.
The lunch bell rang as she walked away, looking more frustrated and confused than she had before she sat down. I knew exactly how that felt.
Two minutes later, Sophie appeared in front of me and slapped a newspaper down on the picnic table. Have you seen the headline? I would have missed it if my dad didnt still read the news in print.
Luca set his tray down and sat across from me, but Sophie was obviously too riled up to relax. She hadnt bought a lunch, either.
Headline? I glanced at the paper and had to read it upside down. Eastlake High Named Most Dangerous School of Its Size in the Country.
Sophie nodded, eyes wide, brows furrowed.
Wow.
Look at the picture, Luca said, his burger halfway to his mouth. So I looked.
Beneath the headline was a black-and-white shot of...us. Me, Nash, Sabine, and Emma, in Lydias body. It was taken at her funeral. The caption read, Teens Mourn Yet another Lost Classmate.
I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped that Lydias parents wouldnt see that photo.
But there were plenty of people whispering about me.
I was the center of attention when Id secretly died, yet somehow I was still the center of attention now that Em had secretly lived. I couldnt win for losing.
Hey, Kaylee. Chelsea Simms sat next to meuninvitedat my empty lunch table in the quad, and I silently cursed myself for showing up early.
Hey. I had no third period class, so I usually spent the hour there, knowing that if Tod had a break at work, thats where hed look for me.
Chelsea pulled a notebook from her bag. Do you mind if I ask you a few things about Emma? Im working on a memorial article for the school paper.
Oh, yeah. Journalism was also third period. Just my luck.
Sure.
She frowned, studying my expression. If this is a bad time, I can...?
No, go ahead. I dont mind talking about Em. Feels like Im keeping her memory alive. Hows that for quotable?
Great. Em was a junior, right? Chelsea said, and I nodded. And she had two sisters? Another nod, and I noticed that though her notebook was open, she wasnt taking notes. Whatever she really wanted to ask obviously required courage she hadnt yet worked up.
And...was she a good student?
I turned to face her directly, looking right into her eyes. Chelsea, just ask whatever you really want to know. Otherwise, this sounds like itll take all day.
She blinked, surprised, then nodded. Okay. She sat straighter and actually picked up her pen, ready to write. Do you really think its a coincidence that Emma Marshall and her boyfriend died on the same day? Just one day after Brant Williams died in his car, here on campus?
I swallowed, trying to hide my own surprise. Obviously our classmates were just as suspicious as the police had been, but I hadnt expected anyone to actually ask that question. And I certainly hadnt expected anyone to expect me to have an answer.
Do I think its a coincidence? I bought time to think by repeating the question. I dont know what it is. I dont see how it could be more than that. They died at different times, in different places, in different ways. Sort of. Neither Brant nor Jayson had any obvious cause of death, so the coroner had labeled them both with the generic heart failure. Which wasnt exactly common in teenagers.
Were you there when Emma died? Chelsea asked, her gaze glued to me. Watching closely for my reaction.
Yeah. A bunch ofus were. We took the day off for my birthday. The tears in my eyes were realI was lying, but the truth was no less traumatic. We were just goofing off on the swings. At the lake. But Em went too high. I sniffled. She was showing off. Then she let go and just... She just fell out of the swing. She landed on her back, but she must have hit her head first, and...
I stopped there, with another sob. A real one. Picturing Ems actual death helped. Seeing Belphegores hand on her neck. Hearing the gruesome crack. Seeing Emma crumple to the ground.
In my memory, it all happened in some kind of horrible slow motion. That was the only way Id gotten through the police interview, and Id seen no sign that they doubted any of my story.
Their suspicion had come later, when they started calculating the death toll.
It must have been horrible, Chelsea said, and I realized that my tears were like a shield between us. A line of defense she wouldnt cross. At least, not now. Not at sixteen. Though I had no doubt shed someday dial up the pressure on some poor lying politician, unfazed by tears.
It was.
Okay. Thanks. She stood, stuffing her notebook and pen into the front pocket of her scuffed denim backpack. Kaylee, I just want you to know that...we stopped the presses on the yearbooks. Theyd already started printing them, but when we told them about Brant, and Jayson, and Emma, they agreed to reprint at no additional charge. So...the yearbooks will be late, but shell have a memorial page. They all will.
Thank you. That means a lot. I hadnt even known Chelsea was on the yearbook staff.
The lunch bell rang as she walked away, looking more frustrated and confused than she had before she sat down. I knew exactly how that felt.
Two minutes later, Sophie appeared in front of me and slapped a newspaper down on the picnic table. Have you seen the headline? I would have missed it if my dad didnt still read the news in print.
Luca set his tray down and sat across from me, but Sophie was obviously too riled up to relax. She hadnt bought a lunch, either.
Headline? I glanced at the paper and had to read it upside down. Eastlake High Named Most Dangerous School of Its Size in the Country.
Sophie nodded, eyes wide, brows furrowed.
Wow.
Look at the picture, Luca said, his burger halfway to his mouth. So I looked.
Beneath the headline was a black-and-white shot of...us. Me, Nash, Sabine, and Emma, in Lydias body. It was taken at her funeral. The caption read, Teens Mourn Yet another Lost Classmate.
I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped that Lydias parents wouldnt see that photo.
