Yeah. To be honest, space was hella tight behind that bookshelf. So when I moved a particularly heavy book, the whole shelf toppled down, leaving us standing right in front of the desk. And he was staring at us.
"Who are you?!" He began slowly backing up against the desk, his hand fumbling for the phone.
"Calm down. We're just going to get our friends, then we'll go." I started moving towards the door. Suddenly, the main door opened and a man in a suit with two guards came in.
"Hey." I waved. Then I fricking sprinted for that door.
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The School For Gifted Kids
Ficción GeneralWilla's parents wanted her to go to a 'special school' when she was just a baby. But now she's 13 and her parents have been dead for years, she learns that there's more than meets the eye to The School For Gifted Kids.
