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"Oh my ghoul oh my ghoul oh my ghoul."
As Frankie turned the corner, she flung out her arms in a in a desperate attempt to keep herself from going flying. Her heels squealed to a halt against the linoleum floor, and her hands fluttered to her chest, shaking as she attempted to catch her breath. Inhaling deeply, the ghoul clutched her purse and planted her next step—sloowly. When Lala had texted her during Dead Languages that Abbey was in the nurse's office, having passed out, the lab creation had slipped out of Rotter's class under the pretense of getting a drink of water and had taken off running. As she powerwalked down the hall, Frankie lamented her decision to wear her five inch designer heels that morning.
Arriving at the nurse's suite, she threw her hands through the door and stepped inside. "Where is she?"
"Frankie!" her best ghoulfriends Draculaura, Cleo, and Lagoona chorused. Frankie blinked.