One Last Gathering
After heading out through the vent and out the grate, Aria and Luna sprinted back towards the library, narrowly avoiding Alvin who unlocked the door and let Mercury outside.
"Oi!"
Mercury froze.
“Weren’t you wearing a jacket?”
“Oh! Yeah, I uh, I took it off earlier. I’ll uh, I-I’ll go get it.” The hoodlum rambled, running back inside the storage room to grab his jacket and duck out the door, leaving the bemused Alvin behind.
The beleaguered VP frowned at the senior’s uncharacteristic behavior, but he didn’t dwell on it. Rolling his eyes, Alvin locked the door and walked after Mercury.
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Alvin and Mercury came in just as the clock struck 3: 50, and to Alvin’s surprise, everything looked normal.
He saw all eight (now nine) of them sitting at their desks, peacefully scribbling on their papers, chatting quietly and keeping to themselves.
The Vice Principal immediately grew suspicious.
But, a part of him (a rather large part he would deny until the day he died) felt a little relieved by this.
…At least, he didn’t have to spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up hippie graffiti again.
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Nine heads snapped up at attention when Alvin’s alarm went off. The bearded man took out his phone and glanced at the screen, then up at the clock to confirm.
It was 4: 00.
“Alright, hooligans,” He said, standing up and opening the double doors. “Time you all got the ‘ell outta here.”