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he overheard some girls talking as they walked
quickly by him.
“. . . Ms. Albert will be so mad if we’re late.
We have to change fast.”

Trying to make it as smooth as possible, he
turned around and followed them up a flight
of stairs.
There sat the girls’ locker room. The gym
was so big it had two floors.
James watched as the girls rushed in. He

looked left and right and then bent down to tie
his shoe. His whole body shook. He knew he
wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of this if he
was caught. He never was a very good liar.
He checked his watch again. 3:40.

He pushed open the door, listening for
voices, rustling, the slam of lockers. All he
heard was a drip from a faucet somewhere. The
girls must have made it to their practice on
time. He tiptoed in, cushioning the door so it
wouldn’t make any sound.

Still shaking, he read the number of the
locker in the first row: 110. He had to get to
37, and of course it was on the other side of

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