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Wednesday, 1:25 pm

After putting them all back to their initial position, I was about to leave the office when I heard the door creaking open.

I quickly ran to the table and hid behind it. Not that he wouldn't see me under it but I had to do something. I was covered in sweat and I was praying to God that he wouldn't see me because if he did, he would surely call my dad and I would be sent to Jewels Academy.

Immediately.

"You know I can't do that. Tammy is too spoilt for her own good and she needs to be taught a lesson or two," I heard him say. he was undoubtedly on a phone call.

I covered my mouth with my hands as my breathing sounded too loud to my ears. I closed my eyes shut waiting for him to call my name.

I heard him sigh before hearing the door slammed shut. I waited for a few seconds before standing up. Mr. Daniels was nowhere to be found.

I ran to the door and slightly opened, peeked my head outside, and saw him walking down the hallway. I waited until he was out of sight before running out.

I ran straight back to the toilet and locked it behind me. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and wiped sweats off my forehead.

"What happened?" Sam asked.

"Mr. Daniels came into his office, he almost saw me. For one second, I thought I was going to Jewels Academy without a doubt. Fuck, I was so scared," I explained.

"But you got the pictures right?" He questioned, earning a nod from me. "Yes I did," I brought out my phone from my blazer and handed it to him. He knew the password anyways.

He went through the pictures and identified the one that belonged to our year. "This one, Inflation and deflation. This is ours," He showed me the questions.

"Mr Daniels is insane, Look at the amount of questions he set for us. What does he think we are? Computers?" I let out.

"So here's the thing, I'll cram the answers to half of these questions and you'll do the same for the other half. Tomorrow, after we're both done with the part we crammed, we'll exchange papers and you can answer the ones you know for my paper and I'll do the same for yours. We have the same handwriting, so it shouldn't be hard, Capiché?"