Outside, it was late March. The snow had melted away leaving behind a muddy, slushy mess. The sun shone brighter every day and the sounds of happy birds echoed through the trees once again. New flowers broke through the same ground that had been frozen solid only weeks before. Somewhere, I knew butterflies were emerging from their cocoons.
Inside, there was a blizzard of activity.
It was all underground, so to speak. Whispers behind closed doors. Notes passed secretly when teachers weren't looking. Text messages and e-mails were read and erased instantly.
However, I don't think it was coincidence when Mrs. Trevott said at the end of class one day, "Remember what Benjamin Franklin said. 'Three people can keep a secret if two are dead.' Now - go think about it!"
The "big event
