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Lunchtime arrived eventually. Students begin to file out the door the second the teacher leaves. Chatters fill the classroom. Chairs begin to scrape the floor and books are being shoved back into their rightful place in the bags. Some girls begin retouching their make up while others pull their phones up for a round of games that has guns. Fae and I wait until everyone steps out.
"You got your phone?" She turns to me, making sure I have it with me. Last time we literally had to go right up since I had misplaced it. According to Fae, I was
