Chapter 2

Miu stepped through the classroom door. Students huddled in groups either studying or gossiping, trying to keep warm.

“You look wrecked.”

“It’s my natural look.” Miu dropped her bag on the desk and slumped into her chair. Chase had his boots propped against the radiator. Non regulation of course but they never seemed to bother the teachers. His messy blonde hair still had specks of snow embedded in the strands.

“I think I have a hole,” he said, picking at the left sole. His bottom lip stuck out and his eyes begged for sympathy.

“Yeah and you use it too much.” Before a comeback was spat, a bell shot through the school. “Fire drill”