However, Alan realized the gig was up, because they had left the light to their little closet on. They all listened as they heard the person in the other room finally begin
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Alan quickly said, "Hello, someone out there?" and grabbed the first supplies he could lay his eyes on.
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"Alan! What are you doing here?" said a very shocked voice. It was Mr. Jackson, Alans art teacher. Thank God! thought Alan. He was on good terms with the man, who was near retirement age.
"Mr. Jackson! You surprised me!"
"YOU surprised ME! Alan? What are you doing in here?"
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"Hmm," said Mr. Jackson. "I was just getting some supplies myself," said the teacher warily. He clearly was very suspicious.
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Alan looked like he wouldn let the door open for anything. The teacher looked around the outer supply room, found what he sought and picked it up. "Here it is," he said. He looked back at Alan. "You sure Mrs. Rhymer gave you permission to be here? I thought students weren allowed in here."
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