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Hilary walked down the corridor on her way to her afterschool club when a door slid open to her right and she was yanked into a small, dark closet. She stifled a scream and uncurled her fist because, though it was dark, she knew exactly who would pull such a stupid stunt.
“Tyson Granger, what are you playing at?”
There was fumbling, then a curse, and suddenly light blinded her. She cringed and recovered enough to glower at the boy who was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
“Heh, sorry about that Hilary.”
She glanced around the janitor’s closet and shook her head. He was going to start rumours with his rash actions and she would have to put up with the snickers and the sly looks while Tyson remained oblivious to it all. Delightful.
“What are you doing?”
“I needed privacy.” She continued to wait for a satisfying answer, which came after he sighed loudly and dropped his backside onto an upturned bucket. “Well, I needed to find somewhere that we could talk where Kenny won’t find us.”