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Onika Maraj Manhattan High School
February 14, 2025
I was driving back to the school, thinking about how caught up I got with the girls during lunch. I probably went over my time, but honestly, who cares? I called and texted Blue to see if she wanted me to bring her some food, but she didn't answer.
She was probably back in class by now. I shrugged it off and dialed Beyoncé, putting her on speaker as I drove.
"You know Angela was playing Greg the whole time," she told me. "I'm back on the case."
"Good," I said. "The sooner we can get this over with, the better."
There was a pause before she added, "You know they're charging Trevante next week. Do you want to go?"
I hesitated. "I don't know honestly."
"You don't have to go if you don't want to, baby," she said, her voice soft and understanding. "But I have to be there."
I was about to respond when a few police cars flew past me, lights flashing. I scrunched up my face, watching them speed by.
"Baby?" Beyoncé's voice pulled me back.
"My bad," I said, still looking ahead. "It's just-what's got my attention? There's so many officers."
As I spoke, more cruisers passed me, all heading toward the school. My stomach dropped.
"It's so many officers," I said again, trying to make sense of what was happening.
I heard some shuffling on Beyoncé's end, then her voice talking to someone briefly before she came back on the line.
"Something happened at the school. I'll be there in a few, baby."
"Okay," I said, my heart racing. "I'll see you."
I hung up and pressed down on the gas, hurrying to the school. When I arrived, I saw everyone standing outside. Two ambulances were open, and paramedics were moving quickly.
My chest tightened as I parked and got out of the car, rushing toward one of the teachers standing nearby.
"What happened?" I asked, trying to keep calm.
She turned to me, looking just as confused as I felt. "Something with a chemical made a student pass out."
"Who's the student?" I asked, my voice sharp with worry.
She shrugged. "I don't know."
I looked around, panic building as I scanned the crowd of students outside, trying to spot Blue. Grabbing my phone, I called her again-no answer. My heart was racing when I saw the principal talking to some officers.
