Heartbeats and Haze

[KAELIA BRYNN HALLOWAY]

THE COLD AIR beats against my face as I snuck by the arch that separated the gardens of Fang Court from the flowery ones of North House.

I could see the old Building looming in the near distance, a firm structure against the night.

The cold air chipped at my nose, as I peered through.

Fingers gripping the brick, I surveyed the area. The night was quiet except for the sound