I did something wrong.
I watched as the three guards and Cece slumped on the floor. Wesley had shot directly into the centre of the brain.
Cece is like her family now. Dead.
Death erases all your worries.
It’s like reading a book that finishes halfway in a sentence.
There are some stories that never get to finish the way they should.
I am back staring at Holbrook and Wesley as they wrestle it out with the remaining guards. Holbrook turns towards me with wide eyes and yells at Wesley to get me. To catch me. To pull me damn back here.
But it is too late.
I am running.
I know this school like the back of my hand. Like the day Holbrook decided to leave me after I threatened to shoot his sister in the head. Like the lines on Alison’s face.
I am running.
Tripping.
Crawling.
Running.
I hear footsteps behind me.
And it is then I realize:
What the hell Alice? You know this school. You know it.
Rosewood High school was a state of the art school with practically everything.
This includes:
▪ Lacrosse training facilities
▪ Full-length indoor swimming pool with stadium seating
▪ Computer laboratory
▪ Auditorium for school plays
▪ A separate auditorium for school assemblies that doubles as a trophy room
▪ State-of-the-art chemistry laboratory
Music classroom
Oh, and the security room.
The security room.
I abandoned the hallway and moved into one of the classrooms. It was the History room that substituted for third period French every fortnight. It was primarily south west of the security room but the air vents led directly to it in only a short couple of turns that I had memorized along with the school.
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