(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
"Uh, sure..." What other choice did she have? If she denied it, she'd be a thief, and the instructor would take her tarp from her, if not drag her to the faculty office!
She walked along with the instructor, barely saying a word, not having the courage to admit what had really happened. There was the small chance he'd help her, but she was too petrified of the worse case scenario. She could only hope for the best.
"Well, here we are."
Chihiro would have been glad to leave right after the instructor did, but he didn't make that easy. He held the door for her, and a member of the club saw Chihiro and smiled, waving and then beckoning her in.
"Wow, I didn't think she'd volunteer!"
The instructor, thinking his work was done, left Chihiro standing in front of the open door as he went back to the art studio.
This was Chihiro's last chance.
She reluctantly decided to...
