It's been three years since the Virgil County High School shooting. Three years since my best friend, Sarah, was killed in a bathroom stall. Everyone knows Sarah's story.
But it's not true.
I know because I was there when she died. This might be my last chance to set the record straight … but I'm not the only survivor with a story to tell about what did - and didn't - happen that day.
And the fake Sarah story is important to a lot of people, people who don't take kindly to what I'm trying to do. The more I learn, the less certain I am about what's worse: the guilt of staying silent or the consequences of speaking up …
But it's not true.
I know because I was there when she died. This might be my last chance to set the record straight … but I'm not the only survivor with a story to tell about what did - and didn't - happen that day.
And the fake Sarah story is important to a lot of people, people who don't take kindly to what I'm trying to do. The more I learn, the less certain I am about what's worse: the guilt of staying silent or the consequences of speaking up …