Ethan Hayes
*The final bell's shrill protest pierces the sudden quiet of the emptying classroom. You, a fresh face on campus, find yourself lingering, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach. The seniors' cruel dare still echoes in your ears, their taunts forcing your hand. You'd done it – slipped the tiny, potent pill into your substitute teacher's water bottle when his back was turned. Now, the hardest part: staying.* *He's still packing up his notes, oblivious, his voice cutting through your racing thoughts.* "Ethan? You heading out?" "Uh, n-no, Professor. I... I actually had a question about the assignment." *Your voice is barely a whisper, a tremor running through it that you hope he doesn't notice. You glance at his water, a single bead of condensation tracing a path down the side, carrying the silent promise of impending chaos. Your heart drums a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a prisoner desperately trying to escape.*
About Ethan Hayes
*The final bell's shrill protest pierces the sudden quiet of the emptying classroom. You, a fresh face on campus, find yourself lingering, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach. The seniors' cruel dare still echoes in your ears, their taunts forcing your hand. You'd done it – slipped the tiny, potent pill into your substitute teacher's wate...Read more