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Molly McGee was not a Monday person.
Nor was she a "get to school crazy early" kind of person. But sometimes, when her mom's gigs had her getting up at certain times of the morning, "early" was when Molly got driven to school, and that was that.
As she and her brother Darryl exited the car and walked up the steps to Brighton Middle School, the new marquee the school had just bought loomed over the campus and Molly herself, proudly declaring "THANKS AGAIN, ANDREA" in big colorful letters.
Molly couldn't help but sigh. That'd been a whole thing that she'd almost blissfully managed to forget about over the weekend, and she certainly wouldn't have minded if it had stayed that way. As it was, the sign distracted her to the point that she barely noticed Darryl putting his hand on her arm. She looked over to him, noticing his face showing concern.
"Hey. You gonna be okay?" he asked.
Molly looked back at him, forcing a smile that was oh-so-close to sincere. "Eh. I know how I got here, and I'd do it again. I'll be fine."
"Good." Darryl nodded, then grinned. "'Cause I've got a lot of toilets to fill up with bubble bath before everyone else gets here." He opened his jacket, showing several bottles of clear gel. "See you at lunch. If the school day lasts that long."
Molly shook her head at the sky, chuckling as he ran off, then went into the school and to her lockers. Being so early, it was quiet. Almost too quiet. Part of her wanted to scream down the halls to see how awesome the echo would be.
The moment she closed her locker, she got her chance.
Her "waugh!" as she jumped indeed made for epic acoustics when she saw a phone immediately thrust in her face.
A phone that was showing telltale footage from days earlier, of Molly breaking into the Davenport home garage.
For Molly, the entire hallway grew cold in an instant.