CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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 torture. 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 small plan the other night in bed after our little guard duty.

Some of the students are playing cards and boardgames, which were provided by Sam. Everybody seems majorly relieved to get a break.

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