Johanna fidgeted in her uncomfortable stool, twirling her long brunette hair around and around her finger.
She couldn't’t put her finger on it was something new
She had the sudden urge[s] that she had[/s] to do something.
Years later [s]when she had grown older and [/s]had come to know this sense, she would wish she would have ran outside to the other side of the island and saw what was coming towards them for herself.
She rolled her eyes at Jake, whom always was the one who riled up others.
A little white schoolhouse embedded in a nest of green valley.
The scene looked so peaceful, so welcoming, warm, and loving much the contrary of what it soon would be, a pile of rubble and burning wood.