A second later she was handing Nora an orange plastic fountain pen. The kind Nora had owned at school. The one she had noticed ages ago.
You’ll need this.” “Why?” “This one isn’t already written. You have to start this.
Nora took the pen.Bye, Mrs Elm.A second later, a massive chunk of ceiling slammed onto the table.
A thick cloud of plaster dust clouded them, choking them. 00:00:34 00:00:35 “Go,” coughed Mrs Elm. “Live.”
Don’t You Dare Give Up, Nora Seed!
Nora walked through the haze of dust and smoke in the direction Mrs Elm had pointed towards, as the ceiling continued to fall.
It was hard to breathe, and to see, but she had just about managed to keep count of the aisles.
Sparks from the lights fell onto her head. The dust stuck in her throat, nearly causing her to vomit.
But even in the powdery fog she could see that most of the books were now ablaze.
In fact, none of the shelves of books seemed intact, and the heat felt like a force.
Some of the earliest shelves and books to set on fire were now nothing but ash.
Just as she reached the eleventh aisle she was hit hard by a chunk of falling debris that floored her.
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