Literature
Key Is Back
It was a beautiful Thursday afternoon as Charlotte Fournier rocked back on her chair in class, blocking out what the teacher was saying about the French Revolution and its horrific consequences. Charlotte was looking out of the window next to her and up at the baby-blue sky, looking at a flock of birds flying high in circles. She was entranced by the birds; they were flying and having fun by themselves, completely unaware of what went on around them. Like the birds, she could not wait to leave school and be free. She was excited, giddy as a school girl, because she was going to see Key in half an hour's time; the person whom she missed so