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Esme had just brushed her teeth and put on her pajamas to get ready for bed, but something kept nagging at her brain. So she got up, threw her shoes on, and sneakily made her way out of the dorms.
She just barely managed to sneak past the night shift guards and made her way through the large institute that was her school.
Once she was sure she was far enough away from the dorms, she sped her pace up as her steps grew slightly louder in the echoing halls but still quiet enough not to alert any potential guards who might still be lurking on school grounds.
Once she had made it to her destination—a plain door labeled “teacher's lounge”—she knocked three times. It took a minute but soon the door was thrown open and there stood principal Fletcher in all his middle-aged glory.
“What do you want? Why the hell aren't you in bed?”
“I'm sorry for sneaking out and disturbing you at this hour, sir, but I must tell you something.”
“Hurry it up! What do you want?”
“I'll need to come inside to discuss it with you privately. May I enter?”
The man grunted and reluctantly moved back, allowing the girl to enter.
Esme stepped inside the teacher's lounge and saw most of her floor's instructors seated inside. She made sure not to make direct eye contact with anyone as they would see it as a threat to their authority.
“Get on with it, girl. What do you want?”
“I was attending lunch with my classmates when I had discovered they were planning an escape this Thursday night when the guards switched rotations. I'm sorry I didn't tell you immediately, I was just so scared they would find out I told you and they'd have my head on a spike for it.”
“I see.” Principal Fletcher's expression grew dark as he nodded once. “I'll have Ms. Agatha escort you back to bed, Esme. You shouldn't linger alone in these halls.”
Esme nodded and waited for Ms. Agatha to stand up, following the older woman out the door and back to her dorm.