I Thought We Had Tomorrow — Episode 4

Disgusting. He muttered, like he was throwing out trash, and shoved the phone back in his pocket. Then he turned to the class, who were all dead silent,

and said with total authority, Nobody goes near this container until PT is over. She needs to get her head straight. She stays in there until she learns how to apologize.

He was so sure I was just throwing a tantrum. He was convinced that if he punished me enough, I'd end up on my knees begging for his forgiveness, just like always. But Luke, you forgot one basic thing.

Dead people don't apologize. Time dragged on in total silence. The midday Texas sun was like a sledgehammer beating down on the field. Two hours passed and the air was so warped from the heat

that even breathing felt like swallowing fire. The students in formation were shaking on their feet, sweat dripping off their caps and evaporating the second it hit the scorching Sir.

A girl in the front row stammered. her hand shaking as she pointed at the gap under the container door. She looked pale, like she'd seen a ghost. There's... there's... there's red liquid leaking out.

The squad immediately started buzzing. A few guys craned their necks to get a look. Coming from under that rusty metal door, a thick, dark red liquid was slowly oozing On the burning concrete, the pool was drying fast,

turning a nasty blackish-brown at the edges like a giant, ugly scab. Everyone crowded around, their voices exploding in the sweltering air.