9
Rebellion
They were nearly to the cafeteria doors when the faint sound of footfalls began to echo behind them.
“This place is ridiculously creepy,” Claire whispered. Even the soft sound of her voice seemed out of place in the hallway. “I mean, thank God I’m adorable and Aunt Iz agreed to take me to the Mansion House. I don’t think I could have survived this concrete, pink-less pit.”
“Do you have permission to be here?” a voice barked from the end of the hall. An angry looking teacher strode toward them, leading a group of terrified young boys behind him.
“I’m not asking for permission.” Emilia’s voice rang loudly through the hall. She took a breath, glad her nerves didn’t sound in her voice. “I’m going into the cafeteria.”
“This is the boys’ side,” the teacher said. “You girls will
