The Lights Spoke

CLASS dismissed, enjoy your weekend children,’ Ms Flannery called out, slamming her duster down on the desk.

A chorus of squeaks from chairs being pushed out erupted from the class and the distinct gleeful chatter that came at the end of every Friday could be heard. Coats were thrown on and as Finn zipped up his schoolbag, he quickly removed the knife and stuck it in his pocket.

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