Chapter ThreeLorna was not sure what woke her. She lay in the unfamiliar bed, trying to make out shapes in the strange room. She could hear the slight whine of the wind through the ill-fitting window and the faint call of an owl outside. These were natural sounds that she would sleep through, so it must have been something else. There it was again; a definite shuffle, as if somebody was trying to walk with her ankles tied together or trying to creep along without making a sound.
Lorna closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She was nervous about her first day at this school. Any novel experience could be nerve-racking but standing in front of a group of hyper-critical teenagers all of whom knew she was brand new and most of whom were expecting and hoping that she made a fool of herself multip
