After the initial shock died down, Arden immediately turned on her flashlight app. She didn't use it a lot, only in times when she felt like using the skatepark at night. She silently thanked herself for downloading it, and then shone the beam over at the window. Strangely enough, it didn't seem to shine through.

Arden walked through the rows of desk to get to it. She put her palm on it, instantly feeling the coldness. The thin layer of protection did little to keep it out. Noticing the app was still on, she targeted the beam on it once again.

"Frost." She groaned. "Why would I be so lucky to have a storm on the one day I didn't need it on?"

Instead of answering herself, her gaze lowered to the papers in her hand. Through the small glow, she could tell they were of no use. The class schedules, with scribbled names of who couldn't be trusted. "The schedule is the same bullshit every single day. Why would you need to write it down?" She sighed. It would take a long time to actually fine something actually useful. Maybe the storm was calling for her to use the opportunity.