"Standing at the scene of the crime, blinded by flashing lights
They hauled her body off in a bag, no witness of attack
They said, "Where were you last night?" I had no alibi
Promised I'm innocent, they said I did it, I swear I didn't
Handcuffed, ba...
It was four days after the night at school and Allison was going back to school. And she hated it very much. But didn't fight against it.
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She was currently in the car in front of the school as her dad tried to keep her locked in the car. Allison reached for the door just as her dad locked it again.
"Dad, if you're going to insist on driving me to school, you at least have to let me out of the car." Allison told him with a sigh.
"Kate, what's your opinion on homeschooling?" Argent asked his sister.
"Well, you know, I'm more of a learning-by-doing kind of girl..." Kate asked and Allison leaned forward.
"What's your opinion on overprotective dads who keep ruining their daughters' lives?" Allison asked, and after a second Kate leaned over her brother with a smile and unlocked the door. "Thank you." She said before leaving the car.
"You're welcome." She heard Kate say vaguely.
When she reached the school doors she found Lydia waiting for her.
"How are you doing?" Allison asked the girl.
"I'm fine. You?" Lydia asked her.
"Working on it. Ask me again tomorrow." Allison told her and Lydia nodded.
In her second period she had a test in science, but due to the class room behind a crime scene at the moment, they were in one of the English rooms. Allison took her seat with Stiles next to her.
"You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book. However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So, let's get the disappointment over with. Begin!" Harris said, passing out the tests before going away.
And five seconds later Scott and Stiles ran out of the room. Allison sighed and got back to her test. She barely got out of skipping on her birthday when there was nothing going on at school, her mom would kill her for skipping a test.
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Later that day Allison, and the rest of the team, were all gathered for Lacrosse announcements.
"All right, geniuses, listen up! Due to the recent pink-eye epidemic-- thank you, Greenberg-- the following people have made first line on a probationary basis-- emphasis on the word "probationary." Rodriguez. Welcome to first line. Taylor, and, uh... Oh, for the love of crap, I can't even read my own writing. What is that, an "s?" No, no, that's not an "s." That's a-that's a-that's a "b." It's definitely a "b." Uh, Rodriguez, Taylor, and, uh... Bilinski." Coach said and Stiles shot out of his seat, cheering as Allison giggled in amusement and everyone watched him either amused or annoyed. "Bilinski!"
