HAYLEY
“I'm sorry, Principal Hawthorne.”
I murmur the words like a prayer, before striking the padlock with the rock in my hand. I hit the metal repeatedly until it cracks, just enough for me to take it out and yank the hallway doors open.
If anyone had told me I'd be breaking into my school during junior year, I'd have called bullshit. Yet here I am.
The grey skies darken the hallways from the windows above, dimming the path ahead. A cloudy weather during school hours usually meant no classes and loads of fun. But as I make my way through the empty, quiet halls all alone, the school grounds feel like a haunted house.
Quickly, I sprint to the backyard doors and repeat the same breaking process, leaving two smashed padlocks in my wake. I stumble out onto the backyard, dart through
