Thursday 11th March
____________________
"...Walking to the exit, the corridor stretching on for far too long, I sensed someone walking uncomfortably close, and at the very edge of my vision caught sight of an urgent, darting hand. Unsure of what this meant I instinctively tugged at Yeliz’s sleeve, signaling we needed to stop. A dark haired girl of little more than sixteen halted une
xpectedly next to us, observing the ensuing confusion. Something’s odd I muttered, looking down at her bag. "
