Life of a 13 year old- Tell the receptionist that you are here to pick up your daughter

"Hi i'm here to pickup my daughter Sally?", you tell her.

"Of course, she is down the hall to the left. We thought you'd be in an hour later!", she chuckles.

"Yes, well traffic is pretty good right now.". You grin and make your way down the corridor. The school was filled with muffled laughter and screams from the excited children in their rooms. The clacking of your leather shoes seemed to echo in the empty halls. upon entering the room, the teacher smiles at you and ushers the 10 year old out of the room and into your arms.

"Wait...but...that's not my...", Sally begins uncertainly. You quickly thank the teacher and grab her hand firmly. She reluctantly walks out with you.

You:

• Trap Sally with you inside a closet

• Take the 5th grade Sally home with you