It’s raining when I wake up three days later to a massive thunderstorm.
And as it turns out, that results in having all classes cancelled.
The past three days have been t*****e. The normal classes are easy enough, but the physical ones are hard. There’s one class where we have to run until we collapse. I can’t make head or tails out of it because we don’t get to ask questions.
My legs are aching as I slouch on the bed, playing with a lighter that belonged to my dad. Neither of us smoked. He just always had it on him. And now I carry it with me.
Beth sits on my bed, her legs folded under her. “Counselor Sam said that food will be delivered to us. We get a break. Isn’t that nice? I hope it rains every day.”
“Yeah,” I murmur distractedly.
I’m a little disappointed.
I had come up with a
