Evaline:
Everything was packed - my uniforms, clothes, daily necessities, my electronics... all now neatly tucked away in my suitcase. My bed was stripped bare, my shelves empty. The room that had been my little haven for months looked strangely unfamiliar now.
I zipped my bagpack and exhaled, straightening up. My hands rested on my hips as I scanned the room one final time, making sure nothing was left behind. My heart felt oddly heavy, even though part of me was thrilled to go home - to the Thorne estate, to my mates and my son.
It was officially the start of the 72-day holiday break. Nearly half the students had practically bolted right after breakfast... as if the gates were the doors to freedom. The rest had trickled out in groups through the morning, their laughter and chatter fading down the corridors until silence replaced it.
