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Once the sound of the fire alarm went off I made a b-line for the front doors. While I was running I felt someone grab my wrist & leading me in the opposite direction towards the back of the school. Once I looked up confusion ran through my mind. Grayson said nothing he only dragged me through the halls until we were out the back doors. Of course our school was well equipped for ditchers so there was a large wall blocking us. Grayson looked at me expectingly. "What?" His eyes pointed to the wall & than back to me.

"I am 5'5 there's no way I'm jumping over this wall-" I was cut off by the feeling of two hands wrapping around my waist & lifting me up until I was leaning over the wall. I was able to pull myself up & eventually over the wall. Grayson had no trouble of course considering he was three times my size.  He grabbed my hand & led me to a blue Chevy truck. It looked like it could've been from the 80s or 70s.

"Get in," I looked at him to see a smirk on his lips, "you're gonna ink me."

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