Secrecy 202

“Oh crap,” I said, shaking my head. “Well, how do we get out?”
“You really are clueless, aren’t you?” she asked scornfully. I only nodded shamefacedly.
“The principal gets us out at the end of the day, unless you’re lucky and the janitor comes by with the key,” she replied.
“The end of the DAY ??!” I squawked, causing the other unlucky prisoners to glance up. “What about my classes? They’ll think I’m skipping!”
“Nah. Only the newbies won’t know where you are. And they’re usually too overwhelmed to care.”
“Well…but why won’t they get us out?” I was a bit of a goody two shoes, and I couldn’t get my mind over the appearance of skipping.
“Seniors walk all over freshmen teachers.”
“But how?” I replied, still flabbergasted. “Why not just give them suspension or something?”
She leaned in conspiratorially. “That,” she whispered, “is a secret known only to the social elites.
“Well,” she amended herself, “maybe some lucky idiot savant has figured it out. But other than that, losers like you aren’t supposed to know.”

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