I have posted video footage of the aftermath of the Rock Spring High explosion online. You are welcome to use these clips if you credit me and do not blur my name in the clip. I also have high-resolution photographs of the aftermath and a full three-minute clip. These are available exclusively to the first organisation to contact me and agree to pay $1,000 …

Harry stared at the $1,000 figure. He’d never done stuff like this before and wondered if he was asking for too much, or too little. He edited it to $1,500, stared at the number and then put it back to $1,000 before pressing send.

Refreshing the YouTube page showed that his thirty-second clip already had a hundred and fifty hits and seven comments.

Obvs FAKE!!!!

You can see it’s Deion by his legs! How could someone fake this when it just happened?

Harry Smirnov made this? Isn’t that the Brit kid who looks like Harry Potter?

Yes.

Medics getting ass sued! LOLs

Where’s your QB now Rock Spring homos?

JJ Janssen is better anyways! Still gonna kick Mountain Creek on Friday.

The video neared two hundred views as Harry pocketed his phone. Rendering videos had worked the CPU hard and the phone felt toasty as he pushed it down the mesh pocket of his shorts, then grabbed his pack and headed for the classroom door.

‘Tits,’ Harry moaned as he peered through the door. The hallway was gloomy, but he could make out a cop by the stairs and a woman in bright orange Fire Department overalls.

Harry went back to the main windows. There wasn’t a soul amidst the wooden picnic tables on the paved courtyard below. It was only one storey up and there was a solid box gutter he could use to dangle and drop. But this idea crashed when Harry dragged at the sliding window and realised it didn’t open fully like the ones at ground level.

He thought about waiting it out, but now the video was online and backed up to his Google account, Harry was less worried about some teacher or cop forcing him to surrender the footage as evidence.

‘Why in the name are you up here?’ Harry heard, the instant he opened the classroom door.

It was a teacher in overstretched brown leggings. She’d just reached the top of the stairs, behind the cop and fire officer.

‘I needed my bag,’ Harry explained as he reached behind and tapped it.

‘And you waltzed back into a crime scene to fetch it?’ the teacher wailed, placing hands on hips. ‘What if there was another explosive? Where’s your common sense?’

The cop seemed more suspicious. It was the lieutenant Harry had overheard by the gate and he noticed the cop now had blood smeared on his shirt sleeve. Most likely Deion’s.

‘What’s your name, son?’

‘Harry Smirnov.’