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My teacher was droning on about molecules or something, but my eyes kept flicking to the clock above the whiteboard, counting the seconds until 4 p.m.
Every tick felt like an earthquake in my chest.
3:47.
3:52.
3:59.
God, come on.
The second the bell rang, my body launched out of my seat.
I grabbed my backpack and shot toward the hallway, dodging everyone left and right.
"Whoa, whoa...where’s the fire?" Marcus called af ...
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