Chapter 5 - The Aftermath of the Explosion.
The courtroom exploded.
Reporters in the gallery scrambled for their phones.
Bystanders were talking over each other, creating a wall of noise.
The judge struck his gavel one last time and left the bench with a look of extreme displeasure.
My mother grabbed me, burying her face in my shoulder.
I could feel her entire body shaking, but this time, it was from a wave of pure emotion.
Latham and Hale were practically sprinting for the exit, but reporters swarmed them like insects on sugar.
They were trapped.
Cameras were flashing, microphones were being shoved in their faces, and questions were being yelled out over the chaos.
I stood up next to my mom, watching the mayhem I had unleashed.
I was just a nine-year-old girl in a $10 dress, and I had just exposed the dark heart of the most prestigious school in the state.
The richest private school in the state, with all its money and influence, could not stop a folder full of truths collected by a child.
It was the most terrifying and wonderful thing I had ever seen.
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My name is Ava Moore, and I wasn’t just a little girl anymore.
I was the fire.
