ONE HUNDRED | OCTOBER

I’d thought that my classes had dragged today, but they had been nothing compared to the committee meeting that followed.

Beneath the table, I linked my fingers with Skye’s. We were in the same dimly lit classroom as yesterday, and, though it was still light outside, the room was cast in shades of grey. Outside, most of the leaves had fallen from the trees, leaving behind gnarled and bony fingers stretching up into the white sky.

“So,” Molly said, tapping her stubby index finger against the whiteboard, “we’ll put the tomb right in the centre of the maze, and then I’m guessing you two want to be the ones to jump out of the coffin?” She directed her gaze at Carys and June, who both nodded eagerly, before turning to grin at one another.

“Awesome,” Carys said.

“Where’s the centre going to be?” I asked, frowning. It looked close