"Well that is not going to be that hard, a firedrill will get him out of class. Or a real fire if you want that." She smiled at him, looking at the leaflet. Why would someone send a leaflet for a datingservice, she couldn't see anything dangerous about the message, weird but nothing alarming.<br/>"Who send i Al, what's going on here?" She looked at the box and started getting annoyed. She walked over to one of the bookcases and took out a book, thinking for a moment to throw it at his head, then deciding to save it for whoever called and interrupted her. She finally had the courage to tell him and that damn phone got in the way. Maybe she should melt it, just for revenge.