Fire Drills

The eleven members stood outside in a group. Their clothes were drenched and sticking to their chilled forms. A cold wind started to pick up, battering against them and exacerbating the surrounding feeling of depression.

There was a crack of thunder in the distance, which was rapidly approaching. The sky was briefly illuminated by a flash of lightening.

A dark-haired girl shivered and pulled her cloak tighter around her, stepping a little closer to the boy with the bright orange mask who was standing beside her.

She sighed and glanced up at the darkening sky.

"I hate fire drills."