Another Incident
The teacher stood by the door and took the important phone call, but that was enough for her to be distracted. She would completely miss what would happen next. In that moment of pure focus, Ava didn’t notice the boy moving too quickly behind her, his arm flailing, his grip on a large brush loaded with bright red paint loosening.
Time slowed as the brush made its way toward Ava, a streak of red arcing through the air with a trajectory aimed straight at her. No one could stop it from happening.