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When we get to school, we lock our bikes and run to our Algebra class because we're running late.
When we entered the classroom the teacher was starting to write something on the board, but we don't make any noise trying to sneak to our seats. It's the third time I've been late so far this month and if I continue like this they're going to give me a penalty.
Luckily, we went unnoticed.
When the class ends Regina and I walk to the dining room while we talk about trivial things while we hear some rumors of the party last night, but no mention of the little devil. .
"Angie" she says, changing the subject. I keep my books in my locker and watch her stand next to me, with a strange expression, as if she was thinking about something in her head.
I close the lock
