Grace
Besides the fire alarm blaring, I notice the air has gotten really thick. In the back of my mind, I know what it means: smoke. The smoke was getting thicker—darker—and I could smell it. “We have to get out of here,” I say as we round the corner. She and I are headed toward the common room when Elizabeth looks at me, a flash of fear passing over her features. “We need to get to the cafeteria. There’s a window there.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The window. We’re going to jump.”
“We’re going to jump?”
“I think it’s our only chance.”
“This sounds like a terrible idea,” I say, but Elizabeth is already moving down the hall. She reaches the cafeteria doors, and she has her hand on the knob, but it only turns part way before it gets stuck. She pulls again and again, but it won’t bu
