Chapter 33

• Author's POV
• Bags above their heads, coats and shoulders all hurting and fingertips burning. With quivering jaws and lips, Cassandra along with her best friend and professor make their run towards her house for the night. Hailstorm have really become destructive in the future.
• Around the alley turn, Cassandra sees another person entering her house. His black leather jacket was above his head and a silly grin on his face whilst he entered the fence first.