Iris crouched over her desk, focusing intensely as she crafted a doctor's note with a steady hand. The forgery wasn't perfect, but she'd spent enough time studying online videos to master the basic techniques. A little smudging here, a signature there...
"That should do it," she muttered, holding up her work.
The note requested Iris Angelo be excused from afternoon classes due to a sudden migraine, signed by a "Dr. Williams" whose practice didn't exist outside Iris's imagination. Her PE teacher wouldn't look too closely—Coach Martinez had twenty-seven students to manage and barely remembered their names, let alone what their doctors' signatures looked like.
Iris folded the note and tucked it into her jacket pocket. She had her whole plan mapped out: deliver the note after lunch, slip out the back entrance where the cameras had been broken since last semester, and take the 1:15 train to Manhattan.
