Well, shit. We've all been huddled into the gym as a "code blue drill." But let's face it: if the lazy teachers are actually going through all the effort to do this, then it's not a drill. Also, I can't help but mention the fact that they're sweating. You don't sweat during a drill...

I manage to find Makai Keanu in the crowd, who is tentatively moving about. "Makai!" I call. We were never close, but Makai has always been nice to me. He's always nice to everyone, really.

"Maren, hey," he calmly says. "Can you believe this? It takes people dying to actually do this stupid drill. And since when has code blue even been a thing?"

"Since it isn't a drill," I break to him.

Makai furrows his dark brown brows at me with confusion. "You mean to tell me this is legit? That someone actually made a threat against this dinky school?"

I manage to laugh. "Well, yeah. I mean, take a look at the teachers. They're nervous."

"Ew...and sweating," Makai cringes. "What do we do?"

"The only thing we can do," I explain. "Wait.