I saw the guard and slid into my natural speed as a tiny pang of panic gripped me.


Then, I did the worst thing I could have done. I waited for the flickering overhead light to go dark in the the open doorway, and slipped past the janitor into the school.


I knew he felt the fabric of the cloak as I went, and then I was around the corner and into the hallway, classroom doors on either side. 


The place looked like any other school, white tiles and walls, handmade banners and announcements taped up to them, or locker doors.


It was pandemonium in my brain for a fraction of a second, because the halls were lit. I could read the announcements on the bulletin board loud and clear.


And that meant one thing - they would see me.


~Raffin