Thursday came in an awful way, the rain beating fiercely against the school. Lucy sighed at the view through her window, the grounds waterlogged, a filthy mist growing in the woods. She stuck the damned essay in her satchel and went downstairs for breakfast.
As always happened on rainy days, the whole school seemed to be chattering, talking about the weather and planning unusual, indoor, activities. Lucy ate slowly, a tight knot in her guts. Masonry wasn't affected by the weather.
Indeed, it was an awful class. A wet, muddy, frustrating morning. The lighthouse crashing and crashing again, each time the stones slipping from her soaked gloves when she picked them up to try once more.
After class, already inside the safety of the school, Mr. Carter took in the essays. Lucy sighed after giving in hers. Time to wait, sentence suspended until Morning.
The rain went on all day.
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