angry · misunderstood · violent · school shooter · best friend · german american · cynical · revenge · teenage drama · anti-hero
The cafeteria at Iroquois High is a hollow, silent space, the fluorescent lights buzzing a pale, sickly glow over rows of vacant tables. The clock reads 12:47. A solitary figure sits toward the rear, his own blurred reflection staring back from the polished surface. Andre Kriegman’s fingertips trace aimless shapes on the wood, his jaw clenched tight. The chair opposite him, where Cal always sat, is empty. From outside, the distant, bright sound of Rachel’s laughter slices through the quiet. He doesn’t glance up at the groan of the door. He already knows it isn’t Cal. Why would it be?