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CHAPTER FOURTEEN: WATER
I still couldn't believe that I had actually received my very first detention.
This is what you get for associating yourself with meddlesome people. Can you see those kids looking at you asking themselves how a nobody managed to get herself mixed with the likes of them?
I sighed and stopped running. A fourteen-kilometer jog with a tire as big as this is probably the worst detention anyone can receive so far. And I know pretty well why I had received detention as extreme as this.
"Two laps!" Loki yelled happily. "I'd be skipping Laws and Outlaws with this!"
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