POV: ScarlettI didn’t look back. Kelsey’s shrieks faded behind me, a satisfying soundtrack to my exit. The hallway was blissfully empty, the only sound the soft thud of my boots on the linoleum. I felt a cold, sharp clarity. She had drawn a line, and I had simply walked over it. I was almost to the main doors, freedom in sight, when a voice stopped me. “Scarlett? Why are you not with your class?” It was my class teacher who stood by the bus lineup clipboard in hand, her cheerful facade from the classroom replaced by a pinched look of impatience. Her eyes scanned me, no doubt taking in my defiant posture and the lack of a panicked, frappuccino, soaked expression. I didn’t break stride. “Just getting some air," The classroom felt a little… tense.” Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of understanding, or perhaps just annoyance, crossing her face. She’d heard the commotion. She had to have. “Well, get on the bus. Now. We can’t have you lagging behind; the Mayor’s schedule i
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