Once I had some time to myself
during the ten-minute break,
I started making a plan.
What can I do about Lindsey?
Can I help her before she hurts herself?
Before she shoots up the school?
A nagging thought in the back of my mind
whispered that this was all a lie—
some kind of prank—
and that I shouldn’t even bother
trying to solve anything.
I ignored it.
This is my purpose.
The ten minutes of planning
went by quickly,
but just before the last minute
the fire alarm began its piercing shriek.