Prolouge
The wind had blown colder than usual that night, and even today I can remember it biting at my skin. Something sinister was in the air, but I had paid no attention, too consumed in the strange jealous that was churning in me as I watch Aiden dance with my sister. Stupid, stupid me. How I wish now, that I had looked away…
It was supposed to be the best night Spencer and I had, had in a long time. It was defiantly the most memorable. The laughter of students was a buzz when the gunshots were heard. That shout of "Get down!" was yelled at us, as a shower of bullets buzzed around us.
It's ironic…the slogan for prom that year was "A night you'll always remember", and it was. Every last moment of it…