Escape Ozone
“Class E students are over there,” informs a snotty Class C adult once he lays his judging eyes on us. He gestures towards a group of underfed caramel-coloured children surrounded by their scrawny worried parents. I stop my eyes from rolling and nod politely at the rude man who acted as if he was a Class A citizen. Rhorp stands his grounds, so I stop short while motioning for Sevra to head to our assigned group. I spin on my heels just as Rhorp is about to leap at the man with outstretched claws but before I can stop him, a sudden crashing noise and a series of ear-splitting screams interrupt me. The ground shakes violently under us without warning, causing everyone to lose their balance. I see Rhorp collapse awkwardly onto the Class C man who in turn collides with another parent.