Never finish your story.
The last anyone saw of Hallowmoor Academy for Girls, it was folding in on itself like a paper crane dipped in oil—smaller, smaller, until it was just a black speck on a bruised horizon. The Lost Girls woke in a field of real grass, confused and whole.
Tonight was different. Tonight was the Final .
She sat up on her thin mattress. Around her, in the dormitory’s gloom, twelve other girls did the same. But Chloe only counted eleven shadows.