Chapter 17

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I walked in the school as a teacher dragged me off. “Bye Luke!” I yelled as I was dragged into the office. I found myself in the principal’s office. This time it wasn’t to meet a new student. “Why did you push Miss. Bing?” Mr.May asked. “It’s personal.” I mumbled my hands in my pockets, my left hand clutching the blade tightly. They better not do a metal check. If they do I’m screwed!

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