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Chapter Thirteen
“On your left.” I heard Maggie say in my head. I couldn’t see her but I immediately turned right into the nearest classroom.
“Thanks again.” I messaged back, glad the classroom door was unlocked.
“Wait about two more minutes before you come out. I think they are looking for you. They are walking slowly.” She was speaking rapidly. My guess is she was late to class. I peeked from a corner of the little window in the door and I could see Dalya and her crew lazily making their way sown the hallway. Thank the goddesses for Maggie, my phone was on silent and I hadn't heard the alarm.
Maggie, Dak, and her youngest brother Aran were my eyes and ears at the school now. We worked out an elaborate plan when we got back from Egypt two summers ago. Dak had managed t
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