A large gust of wind seeped through the growing cracks of the old shack. A feeling of fear ran through Lilliana’s body and brought chills down her spine. She smoothed out her worn plain brown skirt for the thousandth time, for it was the only thing that seemed to distract her from the outside world, swirling in abrupt motion. Lilliana pulled the tattered quilt up to her chin and adjusted her weight in the old cot she slept in. Just then, the fierce breeze managed to slam open the already-broken window with a loud bang and leaves started to pile in at outrageous speeds before Lilliana could even get out of bed. As the window creaked shut, she tried to process what had just happened. What if one of the soldiers outside saw me?  Lilliana peeked through the curtains, only to find branches banging against the window causing quite the racket. Lilliana drew the curtains and looked around the old musty attic to find something to entertain her until the storm died down.