Franky peered around the corner, the bank of lockers to her right. A wicked grin and a little tape later she was bolting down the hallway at full speed, sneakers squeaking wildly across tiles.
For the students who spilled into the halls seconds later, a lone piece of large white paper was taped to the locker of a well known student.
The face was obviously choppily scissored from the previous year's Annuus yearbook. But the body? Someone was certainly going to pay for this....
