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After escaping from my school, Halli ran for miles, hoping to clear her mind and come up with a better idea. This plan of Professor Whitfield’s that she sit in my classes every day while life went on without her wasn’t going to cut it. Just that short sample of it made Halli feel so restless, she thought she might jump out of my skin on her own, even before I came back to claim it. Halli was made for movement. School might as well have been a prison.
“What are you doing home?” Professor Whitfield asked when Halli was finally able to reach him. He had his own classes to teach. The two of them weren’t supposed to talk until later that afternoon.
“It won’t work,” Halli said.
“Why? What happened?”
“Nothing happened,” she said. “I went there, I pretended to be her, and I can see it isn’
