LORI
The guidance office smelled like moldy air freshener, the guy behind the counter had the charisma of a wet rag. I swear, he looked at me like he hated my handwriting and my face. I slapped the exeat form down.
Sienna slid hers across, all perfect loops and glitter pen and a smug smirk on her face. Evie was still chewing the end of her pen.
Jason had already turned his in. His signature looked like it belonged on a presidential decree and not a request to leave this cursed hellhole of a school for the weekend.
The exeats were just so our parents didn’t get complaints and knowing my mum, she would flip if the academy called her in bad faith. I've seen students leave the premises without permission. They are the kids whose parents don't give a f**k.
“Where are you headed?” the guy
