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Chapter 5 You Can Go First Now
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They Sacrificed Me to Avoid Favoritism Chapter 10 The Eighteenth Birthday I Never Had
One year later, Parents' Day came around again. The school grounds were crowded with families, but this time, something was different. Just inside the main entrance, a new emergency triage board was positioned. Beneath the red category for critical patients, three clear instructions were displayed: "Immediate treatment. Priority transport. No delay." Reese had been invited back to teach students, staff, and parents how to recognize and respond to anaphylaxis. She stood in the same courtyard where I had died, holding an epinephrine trainer in one hand. "When someone is having a severe allergic reaction, the greatest danger usually isn't giving the medication when it turns out not to be necessary," she explained. "It's everyone thinking they can afford to wait just a little longer." The courtyard went quiet. A student raised his hand. "What if the patient is related to the principal? Do they still receive priority treatment?" Reese's eyes reddened, but she kept her voice st
They Sacrificed Me to Avoid Favoritism Chapter 9 Paid for With My Life
The final disciplinary decisions were announced a month later. My dad was removed as principal after the school district found that he had improperly interfered with emergency transport and that his actions had contributed to my death. The night he signed the paperwork, he remained in his office until morning. At dawn, he went into the hallway and personally took down the principal's nameplate from his door. Students passed him on their way to class. They used to stop to greet him. "Good morning, Mr. Mendoza." That morning, no one said anything. My dad put his belongings into a cardboard box and took it out of the school. When he reached the courtyard, he stopped. The place where I had died had already been cleaned, and almost nothing remained to show what had happened there. Only a few white marks remained, deep in the cracks of the pavement, from the medical packaging Reese had torn open while trying to save me. My dad crouched down and tried to scrape them away with
They Sacrificed Me to Avoid Favoritism Chapter 8 The Safe Cupcake
My funeral was held on a rainy day. My dad refused to let the school turn it into a big event. He told everyone I had never liked being the center of attention. That was not exactly true. I had grown used to important days passing without my family. On birthdays, holidays, and school events, my dad always had students who needed him more. My mom always had a class that needed her more than I did. Eventually, I learned not to expect them to show up. Still, many people came to my funeral. My classmates arrived wearing dark clothes, each holding a white flower. All forty-six students who fell ill that day stood safely in front of my portrait. Some stayed in the hospital for observation for only one night, while others received fluids and went home the next day. Lola came in last. Her legs were fine now, but she still looked unsteady as she walked toward my portrait. By the time she reached it, her whole body trembled. She dropped to her knees. "Selena, I'm sorry." She
They Sacrificed Me to Avoid Favoritism Chapter 7 They Thought I Would Wait
By the next morning, my death was across the internet. My dad had already prepared the headline he wanted—"Principal's Family Steps Aside to Ensure Other Students Receive Priority Care." But that was not the headline that ran. Instead, it read, "Red-Tagged Teen Denied Transport Three Times as Principal Father Insisted His Daughter Be Treated Last." Videos from Parents' Day spread across social media within hours. One clip paused on the moment my dad changed the transport list. Beside my name, in his own handwriting, was a single word, "Last." Another video zoomed in on my mom pulling the oxygen mask from my face. Then someone uploaded a split-screen clip. On one side, Simon stood in front of the reporters saying, "The students remaining on campus are stable." On the other, I was lying unconscious on the ground while Reese performed CPR. The comments came faster than anyone could delete them. 'Conflict of interest doesn't mean letting a critical patient die.' 'Sh
They Sacrificed Me to Avoid Favoritism Chapter 6 103 Minutes
My body was taken to the city hospital, and Simon rode with me in the ambulance. He sat beside the stretcher the entire way, holding my cold hand as though refusing to let go could somehow mean I was only sleeping.… When we reached the ER, several of his coworkers rushed over. One of them instinctively reached for the stretcher. "Trauma bay—" The paramedic beside me stopped him quietly. "No." Simon's head snapped up. "What do you mean, no?" He tightened his grip on my hand. "She's still warm. Check her again!" No one looked him in the eye. Finally, one of his colleagues handed him the resuscitation record. Simon took it and began to read. The report listed severe anaphylactic shock, laryngeal edema, and circulatory collapse, but it was the final line that made him stop. 'Time from first critical symptoms to epinephrine administration: 103 minutes.' It took me 103 minutes to get a treatment that could be administered in seconds, but I waited almost two hours for
They Sacrificed Me to Avoid Favoritism Chapter 5 You Can Go First Now
The interview was still going when Reese's scream tore across the courtyard. "Dr. Mendoza! Come here! She has no pulse!" Simon's smile vanished. He turned, and the second he saw the paramedics crowded around me, the emergency kit slipped from his grasp and hit the ground. My dad still did not understand. "Which student?" Simon was already pushing through the crowd. He stumbled once on his way over, then dropped to his knees beside me. My mom hurried after him, still talking as though there had to be some harmless explanation. "Selena gets like this when she panics. She's always been dramatic when she's scared—" Then she saw the flat line on the monitor and stopped. Simon pushed past the responders. "I've got her." He planted both hands on my chest and started compressions, hard and fast. "Selena, open your eyes. Come on. I'm back." His voice began to shake as he kept pressing down on my chest. "Come on, Selena. Stop messing around. Open your eyes." Only a few minute
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