Haruhi sat in her futon cupboard, curled up into a tight ball and crying. She had her hands clamped over her ears, but it still wasn't enough to block out the storm. Silently, she wondered when Tamaki was going to come--however, she was distracted from those thoughts when another rumbling clap of thunder echoed through her house.

She hugged her legs ( Read more... )

The weather forecast is predicting a huge storm to hit very soon. And thunder.

Dad's not coming home until tomorrow morning.

I--I'd better take the spare futon out of the cupboard, or else it'll be really cramped.