Roland sighed. He was the last one to leave the supermarket. He looked around; his friends were already far enough, the rain concealing some of his vision. He put a hand over his face as he ran to keep the rain from hitting his eyes. He was failing.
They stopped a couple of times when Zeke got too out of breath, but they picked up speed when the large school came into view.
They climbed into the school from which kids used to sneak in and found shelter under the giant trees. “How do we get inside?” Zeke asked as he huddled towards Kaito. “I’m f*****g freezing.”
“Roland and I did gymnastics,” Creed said, smiling. “We can climb.”
The younger boy turned to glare at his brother. Why did he need to tell his friends that?
Claire nodded. “I’m not going to ask. Get to the English side. I left
