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Sneaking quickly back onto the first floor, she peeked around the corner to the hallway. Having seen no one, nor heard any sounds in the immediate vicinity, she made a beeline for the teachers' office. By sheer luck, the door had been left unlocked by one of the janitors who had recently made their rounds. Looking over the desks and in the drawers in a frenzy yet finding nothing, she leaned up against the
adjoining door to the principal's office and sighed. Out of the corner of her eye she spied a small box containing green fabric through the
window of the door. Her uniform! It had been folded neatly and placed in the lid of a box of copier paper, and it was within striking
distance on a chair by the principal's desk. Her elation at this discovery fell to terror as she felt the resistance of the door handle against its lock and the revelation that the hall pass she had used was also in the box... class number side up. She staggered away from
the unmoving door, the fear of tomorrow morning's events playing in various permutations in her mind, and she shook her head violently to break the chain of thought. "Now's not the time Angie! I'll think of something later!", she yelled at herself silently as the next option was to fall back on her plan from earlier in the day - retrieving her gym uniform. Formulating an explanation now was not a priority; getting clothed and making it home was paramount.
