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Quiet footsteps echoed in the dark, silent halls as a certain someone made their way to the teacher's lounge. They knocked on the door and were quickly met by the stern face of Principal Fletcher.
“What do you want at this hour? We were just about to retire to bed.”
The voice, unmistakably feminine, whispered so softly it almost went unheard. “I'm sorry to bother you, but I need to tell you something important. May I come in to discuss it privately?”
Principal Fletcher grunted and stepped aside. “This better be important or you'll have yourself ten lashes.”
•••
All the teens who had been caught trying to escape had been put in isolation for a whole twelve days after being disciplined by the principal.
Now they were all gathered in the garden for lunch, casting suspicious glares at each other.
Willow cleared her throat, gaining everyone's attention. “Someone here ratted us out to principal Fletcher. We will no longer be holding these meetings—this is the last one of its kind until we find out who snitched.”