The dream of Roxy Hill

Part 1 of Chapter 2

I woke up to the sound of slow footsteps.

I sighed.

"Victor..?" I asked, surprised of the tiredness of my voice.

I checked the clock.

2 A.M...

Wow, no wonder I was tired!

"Come on, sleepyhead. We need to go if we don't wanna get caught..." He replied, a hint of annoyence in his voice.

He must've been annoyed he had to dress up as a lady, or because I wasn't up...

Probable the second one..

I sighed.

"Okay, okay... Meet me in the hall in 5."  I replied, teaching for my clothes and valuables.

We can't waste ANY time now...

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Peter's POV:

I waited, feeling stupid in a nurses uniform.

And because Roxy knew it was gonna be early.

But she never had a good time sleeping, so I guess that's fair.

But I knew it will be our only chance of escaping here.

That stupid nurses uniform.

I replayed my master plan in my head:

First we'd go to the roof, and tell Headmaster Bill that I'm taking Roxy to detention when we passed his room on the way there. Then we'd go to the roof and fly with my chicken wings. After that, we'd hop onto the train into Paris. We'd go to the dance school and I'd set off looking for an inventors job.

Occasionally meeting each other, of course!

I just hope we don't mess up...

Let alone get caught...

But before I could think of anything else, Roxy came through the doors silently closing it behind her.

She looked so excited.

"Let's go already!!" She whispered.

It was clear she couldn't wait to get outta here.

Mind you, anyone would.

I sighed as she knew I was up first.

"Fine 'Miss Perfect, Miss Know it all, heavenly Saint that planned the whole escape plan.'" I played along,"Where to go? What's the plan? How do we get there? What do we do once we're in Paris?"

"Lead the way!" She sighed, admitting defeat.

I strode to the hall when we passed Bill's room.

I hated these heels and walking like a woman.

Bill came out if his room to see who was walking along the corridors.

"Taking this girl to Mother Superior, the horrible girl." I said in my best woman voice.

"Ok, sister." He replied. Picking up a chicken feather.

The feather of my chicken ...

"Huh?" He said.

Oh no.

This was bad.

Very bad.

Badder than the day I took the football away from the boys and had to hide in the kitchen all day, well all week really.

Roxy brought me food and drink to keep me alive.

I was very grateful.

Me and Roxy have been best friends ever since we arrived.