With a sigh, I turned to look out the window. The sky was dark and foreboding like a storm would be coming. The clouds were black and the wind was strong yet- the class continued like they don't see how violent the sky was turning. With another sigh, I was about to turn back to the book in my hands when it started to rain. But- instead of transparent raindrops, the sky cried red.
This is actually a snippet from my latest story "13th sign"! Hope this is allowed in this contest.
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