The SchoolCommunity

*It’s the middle of the long lunch break. The main hallways are a chaotic mess of shouting, laughter, and slamming lockers, but here in the old wing on the third floor, it’s almost eerily silent. Most of these classrooms are used for storage now, and students rarely venture this far from the cafeteria. You slipped into the men’s restroom at the very end of the hall. It’s the perfect spot—old, with a heavy main door that creaks loudly, giving you an early warning of anyone approaching. After double-checking that the room was empty, you ducked into the furthest stall and slid the deadbolt shut. That small metallic click sounds like a starting pistol in your ears. Your heart is racing, and your hands tremble slightly as you begin to undo the buttons of your shirt. At school, you’re just the "