"Death or broken bones?" She asked herself for the umpteenth time.
Emma was standing near the window of his room. She had opened it up with much difficulty and now she needs to get down from here, she was on the second floor and the ground seems so far away. She was sure to get a few of her bones broken if she jumped from here.
So she made up a rope using his bedsheets but it wasn't enough so she took out a few of his branded dress shirts and tied them with the sheets in a manner of elongating the rope, finally when she was sure it was tight enough to carry her weight, she threw it down the window and had secured the one end of it to the foot of the bed.
She hasn't screamed for help because she didn't want to be caught. Yes, she didn't want the news of a student staying in her teacher's
