Kiera's POV(Continued)
I hate this town. I absolutely, completely, equivocally, loathe this school especially. If Kyros wasn’t trapped in this school, I swear to all that’s holy that I really will set this damn school on fire.
I growled, wiping tears away from my eyes and sniffling madly as I tried to stand.
Two stairs. Two goddamn flights of stairs. That’s what I tumbled down from when Celyn's minion pushed me. I could have snapped my neck today because Celyn wanted to establish her dominance. My back hurts. My arm hurt and my ribs were groaning in pain, so much so that it was hurting to breathe. My things were so scattered, I wanted to cry just thinking about having to pick it all up. Still, I tried, hunting down my sketchpad first and foremost. I found it next to a wall in the hall.