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“...and the fungus slowly grows in the frog’s brain.” Mrs. Peach makes biology both more interesting and frightening than any class I’ve ever had. “… involuntary movement.” But I’m tired and I just want to go home. “Is it Tuesday?” she looks down at her watch, puzzling as the sirens go off. The skies are clear, no sign of a storm. She checks her phone, buzzing on her desk. Our phones are on silent, but she gets to have hers out. She looks scared. It’s not our first tornado drill, what’s the big deal. The knob turns and Mr. Garick sticks his head in “Jade, lockdown, now.” He turns to leave and a man is on him, knocking him to the ground as the door closes. Mrs. Peach drops her phone and runs to the door, locking it. “Judy, close the curtains!” Judy’s always raising her hand and ruining the test curve. She’s the only girl on the football team – a catcher, or whatever you call it. Timmy gets up from the back and covers some windows while Judy gets the others. There’s a bang on the door,…

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