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After the lesson, I can’t get something out of my mind. I keep thinking about making a call to aunt Marion, to let her know that her warnings were in vain. That I was discovered. But in a way, I’m scared to make that call. I know she’ll be pissed at me. She’ll blame me. That I brough this upon myself. Groaning, I turn to an empty hallway, dragging Katie with me. She sends me a confused look, while clutching the heavy book, that Mr. Bloom gave us, tightly to her chest. “What are we doing? We have the next period in about four minutes,” she reminds me, making me nod, while already pulling my phone out of my pocket. “I know that. I just need to make a quick call, okay?” I explain, getting nervous when I fail to draw the correct unlocking pattern twice in a row. Calm your damn fingers, Evely