I ran to catch the bus as everyone loaded up. I looked over my shoulder to get one last glance at the retched camp.
So long! I will never see you again! I though happily.
I climbed on the bus heaving my suitcase in a position that was most comfortable. I leaned up against the window gazing out solemnly.
Then in the corner of my eye, I saw something. . . I turned to my right. . . to see. . . The beast. . .
I gazed in shock and horror. How could she be alive? Stared at her. That means. . . I’m still the beast.
I was so horrified I could hardly breath. It was like a title wave just crashed over me. I stared. . . she smiled at me. . . wickedly. . . I am. . . THE BEAST. . .