She laughed, then heaved a sigh. “But seriously! Why would you leave this out here in the open?!” Janina's shrill voice stung Morgan’s ear. “It was dangerous enough that we snuck this out of the principal’s office. Now you just leave it for everyone to see.”

Judging from the footsteps Morgan heard earlier, there were at least two other people with her. Matt has a good idea who the other two were, and he cannot stop mouthing it away without saying a word, hoping they would not get caught. It is starting to feel cramped hiding underneath the teacher's table, and there is something near that smells really bad. They really should have taken separate hiding spots.

“I’m out of gum. This is making me nervous.” It was another voice, a young man. “We’re not even sure if this is safe. We should’ve told your uncle about this. He could’ve helped us.”

“If I tell him about this, he’s going to tell Lolo and I… it’s not going to be the same." It was Kira's voice, just as Morgan suspected. "If I can fix this on my own, I will, but I can't. That’s why I asked you guys to come with me here.”

The smell is getting worse. It’s going up Morgan’s nostrils, leaving a trace of flame that is trying to enter his chest like slithering fire trying to swirl his insides. The teacher must have left food in her drawer, and it is rotting badly. They just had the misfortune of being stuck under here near it. The curious thing here is that Matt doesn’t seem bothered by it. Morgan covered his nose and mimed his growing discomfort to Matt, who looked confused.

“Can’t you smell that?” Morgan whispered as the searing sensation continued to reach his lungs.

Matt shook his head but seemed to have realized something when he reached inside his shirt and took out a purple crystal pendant. They stared into each other’s eyes, knowing the cause of the problem was the Wolfsbane. Morgan couldn’t help it any longer, and he had to exhale it out of his body. It was the loudest sneeze he had ever experienced, rocketing him and the table out, revealing their presence to the other three.

Morgan cleared his nose once more, standing in relief while a mess of thrown-out chairs and a table were beside him. The surprised look on Kira, Janina, and Cedric was priceless, to say the least. They were too stunned to even say a word as the room was thrown into awkward silence.

"All better now, aren't we?" Matt finally spoke up as he approached Morgan, looking jolly with a quiant smile. "I told you it was dusty in there. But we're good now, yeah? Let's go." Quickly, pushing Morgan for the door.

"Hold on." Morgan didn't think that Janina's shrill voice could get any worse, but apparently it can. "Where do you think you two are going?"

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Slowly, Matt and Mogran both turned around.

It is best to leave situations like this to Matt. "Oh, well, we were here for night classes. You know, you're familiar with that," Matt said, wiping his face after getting sprayed by Morgan's sneeze. How he managed to sneak in an insult is beyond Morgan. "You should really be on your way too. Bye!" He swiftly turned again and started walking casually for the door, Morgan following him. It would have been a success, but the three managed to get back to their senses, and Cedric was quick to block their way.

“You can’t fool me. There are no scheduled classes this quarter.” Cedric paused, realizing what Matt really meant after a while. “I'm not taking night classes! Not anymore!” He grabbed their arms in tight lock, fully intent on not letting go. The stern expression on his face made it seem like he was more worried than angry.

“You guys shouldn’t have been here!" Kira shared the same worried expression on Cedric’s face.

“I know, I know. None of us are. So if you don’t mind, we're gonna head out,” Matt replied as he tried to break away from Cedric. But the varsity team co-captain is too strong for him. He only let them go after Kira asked him to.

"No wait!" Kira shouted, her voice shaking and filled with worry. "Did you happen to see what is on these files?"

It was a simple question, but it left both Morgan and Matt speechless. Not only did they read what was on the papers, they also took photos of everything. But the biggest question in Morgan's head is: why would they have this police file with them? in the first place. Kira's face sank from the silence with which they responded to her question.

“Why do you guys always show up at the worst possible time?” Janina said, grabbing Kira's hand to comfort her.

"I'm sorry, we can't just let you leave." Kira sounded firm, and the look on her face told Morgan that what she was about to do was not something she wanted to do. "We can't just let you have knowledge of these things." Cedric and Janina gathered around her with the same conflicted looks on their faces.

"I'm sorry, little graveyard children. But we'll have to do what we have to do," said Janina.

"I understand," Matt uttered calmly while quietly nudging Morgan to look at the chairs separating them. "But we're not that quick to surrender easily either!" Shouting his last words to surprise the three, Matt pulled a flash light from his bag and threw it, hitting Cedric squarely in the face and causing him to fumble backwards.

Morgan did the same thing and threw chairs at Janina and Kira, an act he would have never imagined doing. But there was no time to contemplate this; Matt shouted for them to run, already having reached the classroom door. Morgan made his way for the hallway, pumped with adrenaline, chasing after Matt through the dark corridors and down the stairs. Unlike in gym class, Matt is quick when running from something. He had already made a distance between them. He should be on his way to the ground floor by now.

Matt was there as expected, but he was standing just by the archway, maybe waiting for Morgan.

"Hey, let's go!" Morgan shouted, but he realized that Matt was frozen, unmoving in his place. Most of all, he was trembling, and Morgan could sense fear in the energy around him. "What's going on?" It was a useless question because he immediately found out what had made his best friend stop.

In front of them was the body of one of the school's security guards, resting on top of a pool of his own blood. Matt gave him a look of disbelief, mouthing words that never materialized until finally he said, "She's right. We're always wrong place, wrong time."