I speed-walked my way to Ms. Agatha's class. At this rate I would surely be barely on time at best. My steps echoed on the forever immaculate tiles of the hallway. I turned a corner, almost bumping into a janitor, Lucas. I think.
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His clipboard landed right near my feet.
"Sorry," I mumbled, bending down to pick it up. It held a document, my eyes just happening to land on a particular name
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'Elizabeth Monroe: 95%, going down'
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As my eyes traveled downward I saw my own name, or at least part of it,
'Elise Horrow: 25%, improvement needed.'
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Horrow, it was shorter, easier to manage. Before I could read on he snatched it from me, muttering something about being careful and sped off.
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He wasn't on duty the next day.
Or the day after that.
Or, ever.
Someone else would take his place, sooner or later.
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