Thin furls of dust eddied around Indigo's feet as she wove between clumps of forgotten boxes towards a large, circular window. Her first day at this school had been a lousy one. Without even giving the school a chance, she was already bent on going home, and staying home. New places... new people, for that matter... were hard to get adjusted to. And, until Indigo got acquainted with some people, she was going to hate this school.
The window was covered with a thin film of dust, and Indigo wiped away the dust with her sleeve, looking out over the grounds. With class in session, this was the perfect retreat. The door into the attic slid open, and Indigo ducked behind a tower of boxes, nervous. What if it was a teacher? They'd be mad at her for ditching on her first day. She held her breath, hoping that they'd leave.
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