Despite her numb fingers from the cold, she managed to write a perfect ‘A’ with a red crayon. The little yellow chair was uncomfortable and she needed to go to the washroom, but was afraid to ask.
A large window framed a breathtaking sight of the mountains, but her eyes only sought the patch where a large fire blazed. on a slope in the distance.
“It’s a forest fire! It can reach the school and burn it down!” she had heard a little boy exclaim.
She wished it would, then Mom would have to take her home.
Boarding school wasn’t fun.