"I have spent a lot of my life on it. So maybe you'll meet my mom." Kate said hopeful.
"Okay." Entered the councilor. "You still have to go to class girls, hitting things off so well!" Kate had to fight t keep from rolling her eyes instead looking at Ella and giving her the quarter eye roll. "I'll give you guys a class chit and then you guys can stick together as Kate's mother sets up her proper schedule. I'll add half an hour so long as you don't use it badly."
She said with a wink before, in the most equally exaggerated way shooing them away literally waving them by patting them in the back as they were waved and patted out the door which slammed so hard behind their backs that if anything had been caught in there, it would have been a surgical cut. They both jumped at the bang.
There was something oddly knowing about what had just been done there. She just didn't know how, only that there was something very clever about the woman.
But that had to leave her mind. She was with her new target and had to make something of it. Make an impression that would make her open up rather quickly so she could get to her one and only mission that would keep her in the school.
She held the girl's hand which tried to pull back but Kate's hand followed it, never resisting.
"Quickly, I think she has listening devices on the door." Kate whispered and hurried off into the grass gaps sections of the school to benches where they both sat.
She then pulled out her screen and scrolled until she found the picture of Triss.
"I'm new to the school and I want to be your best friend in the world and will help you with what ever you want if you can help me learn about this place quick."
The girl appeared to, at that exact moment, run out of shock because her eyes went wide at first then her shoulders dropped, having likely given up the battle of keeping up, she sighed.
"Okay, that's cool. Whatcha need?"
For the life of her Kate could not make out the accent. It was as if an magical high elf were doing the worst impression of a southern drawl without the drawl part. It had the words of a stereotype but none of the tone. Like a posh, folksy person.
"I desperately need you to help me kill this girl."
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Fairmont was just a waypoint. The real mission? Revenge. Kate's finished her part—technically. But with every echoing second, she feels Griff's pain like it's her own. The storm hasn't passed; it's circling. At school, Ella's dragging her into something off-script—and straight to two boys guarding screens like secrets. One smirks. One's half-machine. Neither is ready for her. But Kate isn't sure she's ready either.