"Mark! I think someone's calling for you!" Jackson shouts knocking.
"The school's closed you dumbass," Is all that he gets in reply. The door doesn't open, as always.
Shit. Plan A didn't work.
But plan B certainly will.

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Short StoryIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.