Roses

⚠️ UNDER CONSTRUCTION ⚠️

Danni~

Breath. In and out. In and out. My heart races as we slip into the empty classroom. I grab Quinn's hand and lead him through the open window. His feet hit the ground with a thud, a much less careful landing then myself. He mouths 'sorry' and we look around. The empty desks seem lonely on such a peaceful night. Out of the corner of my eye I see Quinn flip on his flashlight. I do the same. It only takes a few minutes for us to find the key for Mr Molly's desk ( of course he kept it in the top drawer). Quinn snatches the key, hands shaking. For a moment I wonder how people could've accused him of murder, he can't even break into a classroom without getting nervous. There's no way. He shines the flashlight in my eyes, telling me to focus. I push it away and flash a thin smile. He holds my gaze for a moment longer. I can see what he's asking. He's waiting for the go ahead. I nod and he turns the lock. We open to the drawer slowly. He gasps, quietly but it seems so loud in this silence. I watch him take a few steps back, hand over his mouth. I peer in the drawer. Oh my god. Mr Molly what did you do..?