Darker London

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It turned out skipping school was easier than Andy had thought it would be. The day after she handed in a note forged in her dad's handwriting and that was the end of it. No one suspected, no one asked anything. It was almost too easy and it gave Andy a little thrill. (Andy wasn't a bad girl. Andy liked the idea of being the sexy rebel but she was always just a little wary of straying outside the lines.)

She thought about taking another day off and doing the same she'd done before - which was walking around the city, trying on outfits and browsing shops - but she knew that she had to be careful. Too often would get her caught out. Although if anyone even noticed her being not there, Andy was pretty sure it would be a miracle.

( ... )

"Dasha."

The growl of a voice behind her in the corridor belonged to Takahiro, because of course it did, because he was practically her stalker, because she couldn't shake the jerk even if she tried and it was deeply irritating. With a frustrated exhale and a roll of her eyes, Dasha turned around to look at him with her arms already crossed.

"What this time?" she demanded. "Am I breathing too loud out here while you're trying to teach? Did I not fold the sheets into the right tiny little squares?"

( after the fire, between the wars, inside the mind that still keeps score )