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-Punk
I smile to myself. Looks like the little punk struck again.
The message is spray-painted in dark blue in two lines across all four of
the large windows. Is he getting in the same way I have been? And even
better, how is he getting out through the chains and without setting off the
alarms?
I look around, trying to figure out which window I should try to slip out
of, but then I hear another door swing open, and I take off. I run down the
hallway from one door to another, twisting knobs to check for open
classrooms.
The Physics lab Ryen and I were in two days ago opens, and I dart
inside just as I see the glow of a flashlight bobbing up and down the floor
from the other hallway.
Closing the door gently, I scan the room, seeing the supply closet.
Heading over, I open it and dart inside.
I hear a small gasp.
From right behind me.
Every hair on my arms stand on end, and I turn around, my mouth
suddenly dry.
I’m not alone in here.
Reaching up, I grab the chain for the light, but a soft hand takes mine
and pulls it down.
“No,” a female voice whispers. “They’ll see the light.”
Ryen?
I blink, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but she pulls me
back, leading me around the partition of shelves to the other side, by the
window. Moonlight streams through, and I see she’s wearing some black