ojandtostitos posted in blueridgeschool:

Tatum was still unsure with her movements, but she had just barely gotten off of the rock before the wolf was advancing on her and snarling and snapping, getting a little shriek out of her as she stumbled back. She was never really great on her feet, always feeling sort of awkward and slouchy, and she was definitely far from in shape, but this was more or less a run or be eaten situation. Without much choice, she started running, mostly blind.

There were branches and things whipping against her face, but she just squinted her eyes shut and booked it, hoping not to trip over anything. If she tripped, it was probably over. She was just going to be the next school tragedy, maybe they would have a vigil or something. That was a thought, a hall full of strangers bawling and crying over her grotesque death, and asking their friends 'who was this girl again?' when no one was looking. It was enough to keep her running.