Disclaimer: I own nothing related to The Sentinel. I'm just having a little fun with Blair.
Freakin' Thunderstorms
By: Vanessa Sgroi
There's no reason for me to be scared. I'm safe in the loft. In bed. Under the covers. It's the middle of the night.
And yet I am. Scared, that is.
Maybe it's the relentless storm raging outside. Flashes of lightning so bright it's nearly blinding; thunder so intense it's rattling the windows. One strike was so close, I swear I smelled brimstone and my hair stood on end.
I hate thunderstorms. If I wasn't an adult, I'd pull the covers over my head and hide.
Screw it.
Who cares if I'm an adult?
And Jim never has to know.
Fin
