Sonmore High School was quiet at midday, quieter than it had ever been.
Most of the students were in class.
A small group was hiding under the bleachers out by the football field. One of them had a packet of cigarettes, stolen from his mother.
A couple of young lovebirds had snuck into one of the supply closets to fool around.
Ms. Tanner was writing out an equation on the board. Her chalk slid along the slate surface without making a sound. Her students looked at each other in confusion.
Mr. Patrick’s class had been giggling about his odd haircut mere moments ago. Their grins turned to shocked stares as their voices died in their throats.
Stacy Hicks had been reading aloud from MacBeth in English class. She continued sounding out the words, looking around the room for any signs that the others heard her, growing more frantic as she saw the fear on their faces.
The boy by the football field dropped his cigarettes when he could no longer hear his friends joking amongst each other.
The couple in the supply closet screamed when their loving moans died away, but nobody heard them.
Not a sound was heard anywhere in the school. No talking. No yelling. No laughter. No droning lectures. No footsteps. No heartbeats.
Ms. Sybil walked into the library with a smile on her face. Silence at last. Just the way she liked it.