Bzzt!--Bzzt!- A bolt of lightning strikes a tree nearby, igniting it instantaneously. The embers touch the midnight sky like a demon grabbing at the innocence remaining in my soul. They should have never built this boarding school right next to a swamp.
The rain pattering against my window is causing me to ask a lot of questions. Has my life so far been worth living? Am I ever going to be able to leave this school? Why is that burning tree closer to my window? All these questions are racing through my mind, bouncing back and forth like a bullet in a metal room. The annoyance of boring curiosity is... wait, wasn't that tree on fire? And why does it look suspiciously like my roommate? Enough. Back to my current curiosity. Why does... wait, where did that tree go? My attention immediately shifts onto the glow coming from my door. The glow looks like... wait, is that a burning tree?