About 45 minutes later, I finally finished my paper and was ready to get out of that prison cell that most people would call a classroom.
"I'm finished Mr. Ronan." I informed him as he glanced up from his paper work.
"Bring it up, Ms. Perkins." He said, motioning me to his desk. I grabbed my bag as Sebastian whispered.
"You may leave now." He said as his eyes hastily skimmed the paper. I nodded, walking out of the classroom happily.
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"Mom, I'm home!" I said, smiling happily.
"Hey..." My mom trailed. Trailing was never good.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, dropping my bag onto the couch before approaching her.
"You've received a letter." My mom said, handing me an envelope, my father's sloppy writing scrawled across the front along with his jail information. I laughed dryly tos
