Tomorrow night. That’s when Mr. Farden told me to meet with him, so he could send me back home. I couldn’t believe it. In less than twenty four hours, I was finally going back.
That night, after Mr. Farden discovered who I was, I met up with Gareth in his parked car just outside of school.
“Hey,” he said, looking worried as I entered. “What took you so long?”
“Sorry, I got caught,” I sheepishly answered.
Gareth’s eyes widened as he turned his torso towards me. “You got caught?” he exclaimed. “What? How? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, as it turns out, Mr. Farden had been suspicious of me,” I said, bringing out my phone. “But I was able to take a picture of the scroll before it. I’ll send it to you.”
“Wait, wait, wait, hold up,” he shook his head, confused, as I continued to send the picture—th
