When Mr. Smith opened the door he looked like a different man. Well, almost different. She slipped inside the room and grabbed the nearest chair to her. She pulled chair towards his desk and planted herself down on it. "I...don't know how to say this" she said quietly.
"But I think I'm being hunted". Her faced cracked into a smile. It sounded so stupid. "It sounds silly I know but-". She paused to look at Mr. Smith. She couldn't help but think he wasn't all that he seemed. He cared too much. The smile faded as quickly as it came. "But I've been overhearing these conversations about a plan".
She started twiddling her thumbs anxiously. "Today they mentioned my name". She suddenly realised she hadn't said who. "You know that man who you met this morning? Mr Owen? It was him and the head mistress".