The wind blew against the windows making harsh banging noises, like a body being pulled down the stairs, thump, thump, thump. Lighting flashed, creating strange shadows on the walls that looked like they were laughing and dancing to the loud crashing thunder. It was only oleh the sudden flashes of the lighting could anda see sixteen tahun old Alice Summers putting supplies into her black backpack. Sandwiches, three bottles of water, and a map, all the materials necessary to make it out of here, the place she was suppose to call home, to where she was suppose to feel warm and safe. But it wasn’t,...
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