Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44388851-20191230202354/@comment-174.6.16.240-20200112042458

Thana tried to get up and go back to the school, but she couldn't. Alana would hate her. She had burned someone. The sizzling sound was still playing on repeat in her ears. She wasn't sure if she'd ever forget it. Her bare feet were sore and bleeding, and the glass in them had gotten wedged in so deep, Thana wasn't sure how she'd ever get them out. She twisted to look at her wing. The beautiful transparent lavender was ripped, the bit on the bottom hanging limply off. Thana bit back a sob. Her ''wing. Oh, gosh, her wing''. Would she still be able to fly? Her wings lifting her off the ground when she was nervous had been annoying before, but now that Thana was facing the possiblity of losing her flight, she ached for the familar feeling of being tugged up into the air, as if by a string. Thana buried her face into her hands and cried.

What am I going to do?

-Chloe