[The biggest fucking eyeroll as she slips her phone back into her purse. Boys. Then she gathers her things and walks to the front of the class to murmur something to the teacher—who blinks rapidly, clearly taken aback by whatever she said, and excuses her—before exiting.
Minutes later she's strolling out into the parking lot, an umbrella slung over her arm by its curved handle.]
Let's go. I have a voice lesson after school, can't be late.
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Minutes later she's strolling out into the parking lot, an umbrella slung over her arm by its curved handle.]
Let's go. I have a voice lesson after school, can't be late.