Fiona's POV
Mad rattling against the windows. The wind was howling like a distressed wolf, slipping through the cracks in the old and degenerated walls of the classroom. Frightening thunder boomed in the distance. The floor shook. I was curled up on one of the wooden desks, questioning reality and hugging my knees.
The rain had decided to mock me and started hours ago, a few minutes after Ellen left and I was done with her assignment.
My instincts told me I should have gone home then. I would have gone home — but I'd lost track of time helping Ellen finish her damn assignment. By the time I was brought back to reality and noticed how dark it had gotten after that time, the raging downpour was already turning the schoolyard into a muddy swamp with no humans or wolves in sight.
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