The Last School
The day the adults stopped showing up, I stood on the roof of St. Augustine Academy and looked at Manhattan and I realized something: nobody else had noticed. It was a Tuesday in March, 2031. I had been student body president for eleven months, and my job was mostly boring—organizing food drives, approving club budgets, mediating disputes between the chess club and the debate team about who got...
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