Leaning against a wooden beam, I crossed my arms, hugging myself to block out the cold.

The rain was pelting outside the hut that all the Gladers shared, most were already sleeping in their hammocks, the others trying to get to sleep despite the wet weather.

I looked outside, sighing, watching as lightning struck the ground in the distance. Luckily, I had on my jumper and long pants tonight, or I would've been freezing.

It's rare for it to rain in the glade, so when it does, it's a storm.