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The bell struck as the last class of the day ended. Ingrid was just through with her Economics class. She sat solely at her desk as she waited for the other girls to get out of the class in their rushing frenzy; for those who wanted to go home, and those who had training sessions with their respective coaches at the gaming block. Had she not been pregnant, she'd have already zoomed out of the classroom to try and grab herself some space at the gymnasium to try some workouts. As soon as she had remained with Madison in the class, Ingrid got up from her desk, with much deadness embroiled in her fatigued body. Madison walked from behind, trying to catch up.
"So, are you girls going now or what?" Madison asked as she hoisted her bag on her shoulder, as they slithered their way to their lockers by the end of the long hall.
"Yeah, apparently. Mr. Grant was serious enough about us doing the punishment today." Ingrid answered her, her voice was torn and heavy.
"You sound and look tired. You sure you can handle this?" Madison inquired worriedly.
"It's my probation week Maddie, I have to. Sadly."
"I'm sorry that I got you into this mess…" Madison mumbled as they finally stopped in front of their lockers. "I never knew it would result into this."
"No, no… it isn't your fault. Besides, it's worth it. You and Freya are finally getting back together…" Ingrid assured her.
"Thank you for that, once again."
"Nah. It's okay babe. Don't be an over thinker about it. I was just helping out my friend."
Madison afforded a chuckle. "Sure thing girl. I guess it will take time but yeah, Freya's coming around. And all that's because of you."
Suddenly Freya joined the two, as she walked faster towards them in a hurried state, carrying her bag in her hand. Behind her was Hannah Watts.
"Hey, why the rush?" Madison inquired as she slid over to Freya. She brushed over her hanging plaits seductively as she bit her lips at first, before holding her waist possessively.
"They're waiting for us." Freya answered. "Ingrid, Mr. Grant's waiting for the three of us. He had sent Hannah to fetch us."
"Can't we wait a little longer before we go?" Ingrid asked.
"No…" Hannah answered from her silent spot. Freya slammed her locker shut before she grabbed Madison's hands away from her waist.
"Babe, what are you doing?" Freya asked as she rolled her eyes at Madison playfully. "There are cameras here."
"I know." Madison answered as she gave her a wink. "They'll not do anything about this, in fact… the kiss landed you in trouble because of the atmosphere you were in."
"I'm on a probation and you'll have to pardon me sweetheart because this girl… isn't ready for another suspension." Freya told her wittingly.
Ingrid chuckled at Freya's response. Hannah managed an eye roll.
"Girls, we have to go." Hannah spoke later tearing the three girls from their little episode.
"Oh, yeah." Freya mumbled in agreement before she took Ingrid's hand. Ingrid slowly walked towards her so that Madison was left standing alone in the opposite direction.
"Take care of yourselves. See you at dinner." Madison bid them goodbye. The three girls nodded in acknowledgement as they parted ways with Madison.
Within a few minutes, they were standing next to the administration building, awaiting for Mr. Grant who was inside finishing some touches on whatever he was doing. He came out with some pamphlets in is hand, with another woman straddling along. Miss. Esther they called her.
"So girls, I can see you came as soon as I called for you." Mr. Grant began as he checked his wrist watch. The three girls nodded in agreement. "Hmm, punctual I see."
"Um, yeah." Freya spoke. She really never liked keeping the teachers waiting for an answer if there was one to be afforded.
"Okay… today, you'll be going to downtown Seattle for the submission of these pamphlets." He said as he handed them the pamphlets. They contained information about an Easter play the school was preparing and hopefully by Easter, the school would have a play, with people from Seattle acting as audience. Ingrid studied one of the pamphlets keenly as a smile plastered itself on her lovely face. Deep in her mind, she knew that Ayden resided in downtown Seattle, and she hoped that she'd bump into him somehow, not that she was dying for his attention.
"You are to persuade people to come and watch the play" Mr. Grant continued "persuade, using your own words and techniques. No flirting with boys or girls… no flirting!" He drawled mockingly at them.
"Don't worry Mr. Grant. I'll have keen eyes on the girls." Miss. Esther assured his unrested charisma. "The girls are in good hands."
"Wait, you're not coming?" Ingrid asked, happiness hidden behind her squeaking voice.
"Not that she's not a tough one Ingrid." Mr. Grant shut down her hopes of whatever fetishes she had filled her mind with. "The girl who gets most signatures and gives away most pamphlets will be rewarded. The one who gets the least, well, I don't want to think of what would befall her. On Wednesday the punishment will be much severe though. So keep up your juices, it gets harder than this."
"Okay girls… that will be all." Mrs. Perris joined them from their behind.
Miss. Esther led the girls to her car parked in the school's parking lot. Without much of a hustle, she led the girls outside the school's gate to downtown Seattle. Ingrid had sat next to Freya in the rear seat while Hannah had stationed herself in the front with the young mistress.
"Hey," Freya asked Ingrid after she had studied her worried face for a long time. "What's wrong?"
"It's my parents. They haven't said anything to me since yesterday. They were supposed to visit Ethan today after they couldn't manage on Saturday. They told me that they were going to call so that I could speak to him but nothing's happened."
"Perhaps something came up again…" Freya sought to calm her friend down.
"I dunno… they would have called Mr. Grant or something. They always call."
"Let's wait. The day is not over yet, you know… perhaps they were not allowed to call?"
"Shit!" Ingrid cursed as she face palmed herself. "That might be the reason."
"Language back there." Miss. Esther interrupted.
"Sorry…" Ingrid squeaked apologetically. After that statement, the journey was kind of quieter as Ingrid and Freya decided to remain quiet and just gaze at the wild and active city the car was passing through. From what Ingrid could recall was that they were heading to a restaurant to give the pamphlets from there as they would interact with many people in the process, thereby increasing their chances at gathering many signatures.
"Well, girls we are here." Miss. Esther spoke up as she parked the car in the parking lot of the restaurant, after a thirty minute drive south west from the school. The girls gave out a sigh of exhaustion. The cold wasn't as much, though the outside of the car felt daringly cold. "Remember to behave."
"Come on, Miss. Esther," Hannah drawled from the front seat. "You're not having senior girls in this trip. We're just unlucky juniors who were suspended."
"You're sophomores." Esther said.
"Almost juniors." Hannah attacked.
"Okay…" the teacher chuckled. "Out, now." She grinned. The three girls followed her sweet command. "Okay so here's what we're going to do." She continued as soon as the girls were standing next to her in front of the vehicle. "You will select stations at the corners and next to the door of this restaurant."
"I take that corner!" Ingrid blurted immediately pointing to the east of the building, where the evening sun was touching lightly. It was close to the pedestrian walk next to the less busy highway. Freya and Hannah were left with no choice but to grab the remaining spots. Freya grabbed the one at the door and Hannah grabbed the other corner. The building was next to a highway, situated in a sense of manner that customers would easily catch the building as they passed near. That's why the faculty for theatre and arts back at school thought that this would be a nice move.
"May the best girl win. I'll be inside the restaurant relaxing." Miss. Esther told them with a wink at the end of her statement.
"You're not staying with us out here?" Ingrid inquired suspiciously.
"Come on… really?" Miss. Esther drawled. She was this hot, skinny, white woman. Her hair was dirty blonde and curled up so perfectly. She had class, not at all a character to waste her precious time monitoring girls. Ingrid already knew that. "You girls are students, not prisoners. Have fun… I know how much you need this exposure. Plus, you're the ones in the probation list, not me. You're the ones with a lot to lose if you misbehave. So it's your choice."
"See you in an hour Miss…" Freya told her with a smirk as she waved to her goodbye. The teacher turned and headed in leaving the girls to do their dos.