Tracy's POV
"But that wasn't the plan, Tracy. You are getting greedy. How sure am I that you can get her out? I am out of your charades," she replied.
"If you don't help me, I'll make sure to blow you up in Ashwood so bad that you get expelled. You know I have those who would help me with that, and it's going to be so easy with you," I retorted sternly.
"Whatever, Tracy, I regret meeting you," she replied.
I burst out laughing. I need to drink to this. "Well, not until your friend is released."
The line went silent, and a few seconds later, she ended the call. Good riddance.
Not like I could help her friend, but I could tire her out until she stops thinking about her friend.
"Tracy, you are a genius," I muttered to myself, whistling at the same time.
"What's the excitement all about? Felicia hasn't yet been released from Ashwood detention, so why are you excited?" Mom said, bursting into my room.
