scene fifty - freedom - year seven

ending of part one - lighter fluid

They felt so… free. Maybe it was the fact that their new uniform was a hundred sizes too big, so it was flapping wildly in the wind attacking the girls attempting to walk up the outdoors stairs without their skirts flying upwards, or maybe it was just the sort of freedom which lunchtime gave them—an hour to do anything their heart desired, within the school fences and regulations. Standing at the top of those stairs, ignoring the tall people in royal blue blazers who were shouting and swearing at them in an attempt to make them move, they felt like they could do anything.

Then?

Then they felt fear.