CLAIRE'S POV
I felt breathless, mute, as if I had lost my voice. My eyes were wide as saucers in panic and everything was going the way nobody expected. Atticus wasn't going to save me, I was going to die, the villain was going to win. Crazy bat girl was going to win. I clutched onto her for my life, as I felt my grip slipping away. She released me.
She released me, and I was going to die. I was going to die without saying goodbye to the poptarts in the pantry. She dropped me and I felt my heart drop faster than my actual body. I craned my neck to see her flying away in delight. This time, I actually released a horrified screach which got silenced by the wind. The rocks below me were sharp, and there was no way I was gonna make it alive. I closed my eyes. Think happy thoughts. Poptarts,
