Chapter One hundred-Eleven
There was a ditch close to Mary Hills High. It was always clearer during the day and in a summer or spring weather that it was not snowing. Gracie used to see the ditch when she used to take the school bus or trekking.
But in winter, the channel was always blocked with still pristine and white that mostly blind people from seeing the danger ahead.
There were rumors of accidents in the place. People innocently falling in and their bloody dipping bodies on the white floor bringing the epitome of evil.
Gracie didn't think of the ditch today. She was focused on getting to school on time. She rubbed her hands together and placed the warmness on her face. It chased the cold away for a moment. She proceeded to the school white entry gate, however it was locked. She struggled with the lock, attempting to break in.