As the toxic fume filled you nose, you fought with your consciousness as you attempted to flee the burning room. The plastic from the frames on the wall slowly melted, and as you tried to catch your breath, you could taste the toxic gas on your now dry tongue. The blaring sirens were barely audible to you as your eyes drooped, your consciousness slipping away quickly now. As you stumbled out the front door, bright yellow lights blinded your now blurry vision as you fell to the ground. As you fell, you heard one deep British voice call your name. "y/n! y/n!" ---- Slow updates-

Violet hates the idea of starting college. New people, new surroundings, and scary experiences. But when she meets her English professor all of those things seem better.