“I knew I’d find you here!” Jemma Crowe’s voice startled her
best friend Abigail Carmichael and she nearly jumped down from the windowsill she
sat perched upon. It was late afternoon and most students were already out for
the night or preparing to tie one on the town and here she sat with her nose in
a book.
“What?” she asked and glanced over the top of her glasses
towards the blonde as she made a beeline through the aisles of books. Dawning
Hall was unusually quiet and the dimness from the flickering fluorescent bulbs
cast eerie shadows up and down the columns of shelves. Jemma did her best to
ignore the sudden goosebumps that covered her arms as she finally made it to
the cubicle where Abigail hid.
