The next day I had to go to school. I didn’t want to but after skipping so much and having my uncle come to check on me, it was important I went back to school. It was kind of strange going back, feeling like a new kid as students stared at me, some lacking enough manners to even point in my direction. It felt off to be sitting in a classroom to discuss Shakespeare when it was possible that everything we knew the world to be could very well be on its way to being destroyed.
The air was still slightly chilly from the morning rain and the grounds outside the school were still wet in remembrance of the downpour. Students still gathered together in their little groups to gossip about students and teachers alike and the clouds still moved lazily. The atmosphere held no sign of the war that wa
