"She's my teacher," Rachel hissed, peeking over the sheets. "And she was really mad. And I'm wearing your shirt. I can go back out the window," she said, the idea lighting up her face. This sounded like the best idea she'd ever had, escape now and deal later.
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Date: 2014-04-17 09:45 am (UTC)From: