So we pulled off those clothes and put the pajamas back on and stuffed our sneaking clothes into our bags, because it was perfectly normal to carry your bag around the building for your books or your computer. We crept downstairs, though there was no crime in going down the stairs. Everyone, including Claudia, was riveted to the news, so we were able to slip by the common room door and continue on to the end of the hall, to the bathroom. The bathroom on this floor wasn’t as big as our bathroom, because it didn’t have showers, and it wasn’t designed for thirty girls to get ready at the same time. This was the bathroom you used when you were in the common room and didn’t feel like going up the stairs. It had one stall, which was unoccupied. Jazza and I changed quickly. Jazza went into the stall, opened the window, and climbed onto the toilet seat so she could work her arm through the bars at the right angle.

“I can feel it,” she whispered. “I can twist it off.”

She scrunched up her face as she worked. I heard the tiniest, tiniest tink as the screw hit the sidewalk below.

“That’s one,” she said. She turned gingerly on the seat and started working on the other. Tink again.

The bars were one large unit, all attached together. Jazza pushed them out. There was an opening of about a foot and a half for us to squeeze through, and a short drop to the ground.

“Ready?” she asked.

I nodded.

“You first,” she said. “Because this is your idea.”

We awkwardly switched positions. I got up on the seat and stuck my head outside, taking a deep breath of the cold London air. Once I went out this window, I was breaking the rules. I was risking everything. But that was the point, really. And who cared what we did when there was a killer out there? We were only going a few feet to another building, anyway. Mentally, I was already rehearsing my “but it wasn’t off the grounds” defense.

I got up on the sill and put my legs through the opening. It was an easy jump to the ground, barely a jump at all. For a moment, I thought Jazza wasn’t going to come, but she got up the courage and did the same thing.

We were out.

Chapter 12

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