“Hey um excuse me? Do you know what this lock down is for?”
Skye stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of a voice, laptop tucked under her arm and phone in her hand. Of course she knew, but she’d been waiting for an official and legitimate-sounding excuse to keep everyone sane. Much to her misfortune, the students beat the heads of the Academy to it. She turned around with an easygoing, but slightly confused smile crowning her features. “Probably something stupid, like sciences inventing a new chemical weapon and accidentally releasing it. We might die, but it’s nothing to worry about.”
