Where do good girls go to hideaway?
It’s tomorrow. Of course, it’s today, but the tomorrow Bren’s been waiting impatiently for. The day the tech guys get back to them with info on the memory card. Bren hadn’t slept a wink last night. He’d listened to music, worked out, checked the clock at intervals and then dozed off for like 45 minutes before his alarm went off. He didn’t even wait to have breakfast or see his parents this morning. He just headed straight to school and waited by Miss Walters door for her to resume for the day. Principal Jan has taken him away from his waiting post though, because right now, he’s seated in her office, clenching and unclenching his fist because he wants to get out of here. “Did you sleep well, Bren?” she asks and Bren wonders what he looks like right now. He didn’t even check the
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