Happenings

It was gray and overcast that day. With the kind of sky that dulls even the brightest colours. The air was damp, rain was coming. She could smell it. The light breeze was chilly and just strong enough to make the empty chains on the tetherball courts rattle and clank against the poles. As she rounded the corner at the other side of the school, the wind picked up making the flag snap ominously and the dead, brown leaves go skittering across the ground.

It was the kind of day that makes you feel that something is going to happen.