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Stormy lay curled up under the bed, listening to the rhythm of the thunderstorm outside. She closed her eyes and wrapped the blanket around her tighter. She wanted to stay under here forever. She really just wanted to go home, to ignore that she was a witch and leave it here. It might be somewhat bearable if she wasn't so quiet. In that moment, Stormy closed her eyes again and wished as hard as she could for a friend. For someone to come find her here and say, "Hello, Stormy." Like they cared. But for all Stormy knew, she was very, very alone.

A lone tear ran down her pale cheek.