13
I started off by walking along the track. I hadn’t seen teens anywhere else, and searching the open area seemed like a better idea than going into one of the cement buildings and hoping I might stumble upon Elizabeth at exactly the right moment.
I kept my pace to a steady half-march, half-strut. I held my chin high and glared at every student I passed like I was Hell’s hall monitor.
I studied each of the groups running by, searching for Elizabeth’s blonde hair with tiny black streaks. I knew she wasn’t outside before I’d made it halfway around the track.
Still, I watched the groups running past, searching for…I don’t know what. Seeing things was supposed to be Elizabeth’s part of the whole magic gig. I wanted to tell myself there were no shadows or monsters to be found at Soaring Ho
