School was surreal. We were celebrities and pariahs all at once. Students looked at us with a mixture of awe and fear. Teachers treated us with a new, cautious respect. Hector Alcantara's empty seat was a constant, glaring reminder of the price that had been paid.
I walked the halls I had walked with Luna, now feeling emptier than ever. Her window seat was occupied by a chattering freshman. The silence where her whispers used to be was deafening. The victory felt hollow. Justice had been served, but it couldn't fill the space she had left behind.