Chapter 16

The second week I’m at St. Martha’s there’s a blizzard that shuts the whole campus down.  Melanie and I watch the snow piling up out our window.  Snow is about all we can see; even the buildings next door have disappeared.  “You think we’ll be buried alive?” Melanie asks.

“I hope not,” I say.  The last thing I want is to be stuck with Tonya Schmidt for weeks.  “But if we have to resort to cannibalism, I know the first one we can eat.”

Melanie laughs at this.  “She’d probably be pretty tough.”

“Wouldn’t matter to me.”

We might have to resort to cannibalism if it keeps on snowing.  There aren’t any vending machines in the building and there’s no...

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