Shelley rolled her eyes at her best friend, Lauren. The girls tilted their heads back to see the top floor of the high school. Lauren groaned, “I can’t believe the school board closed down the Middle School to save money. It’s not fair!”
The girls slowly walked up the steps, “Everyone’s a giant here.”
“Let’s just find the eighth-grade hall before someone decides to eat us for breakfast."
Lauren relaxed, “At least we won’t have to worry about being trampled by other eighth-graders..” They opened the school door and the principal, Mrs. Swift, asked their names. “Lauren you go down the eighth-grade hall. Shelley, you need to go upstairs. You’re taking honor classes this year.”
“You mean we won’t be together?” Shelley’s face flushed crimson and her knees wobbled so much that Mrs. Swift had to steady her.
“You’ll be on this wing for some classes. You’ll get your schedules in your homerooms. Now hurry along.”
Lauren stood there with her mouth open while blinking back the tears as she watched Shelley trudge up the stairs. When the third period bell rang, Shelley rushed to the eighth-grade art class. She crossed her fingers; then she peeked her head into the doorway. She burst out laughing when she saw Lauren sitting at a desk with her eyes closed and her fingers crossed. The girls embraced as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. After they exchanged the atrocities of the day, Shelley scooted her chair closer to Lauren; she cupped her hand around her ear. “I heard something horrific but I don’t know what to do about it.”
“What? Tell me!”
“Well, in my Biology class, I’m the only eighth-grader. There’s this football player named Tim and he was talking to some guys, and two pretty cheerleaders named Ivy and Tiara. After the football game on Friday, they’re going to blow up the school.”
Lauren put her hands over Shelley’s mouth, “Shush, don’t you know you can go to jail if anyone hears you say that?”
“Why do you think I’m freaking out? But what should I do? As much as we hate going to school here we can’t take a chance that someone might get hurt.”
Gulping, Lauren raised her eyebrows, “How did I turn into we?”
Tears started to form in Shelley’s eyes, “Please, Lauren you’re my best friend; you have to help me.”
“Mr. Edweird is teaching this class. He’s known us forever; I bet he’ll help.”
Just then, Mr. Edward put his hands on the girls’ shoulders, “You want me to help with some terrible problem, but you call me that awful nickname?” Mr. Edward’s moustache twitched at the corners of his mouth.
Relieved to see a hint of a smile; the girls told him the whole story. Before they knew it, all three of them were in the principal’s office. Mrs. Swift quickly figured out who Tim, Ivy, and Tiara were and she called them into the office as well. Mr. Edward was also the football coach. “Tim, you recognize Shelley from your Biology class?”
Tim nodded, “Yes, Sir.”
“It appears she overheard you talking to the girls about how you plan on blowing up the school.”
Jumping out of his chair, he pointed his finger at Shelley, “The little eighth -grader is a nut job! I never said that.”
Shelley looked him in the eye, “You did say it! First, you said that the football team was going to kill the losers from Bandon and then you were going to blow-up the school.” Shelley was shaking all over and snot was coming out her nose. Mrs. Swift handed her a tissue, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Tim.
“This is why the school board shoulda never let these babies into high school. I said the game was going to be a blowout, you know like sayin’ we’re gonna mop the floor with those Badgers. That doesn’t mean we really …”
“That’s enough.” Mr. Edward looked at Ivy and Tiara for confirmation, both girls nodded their head.
Shelley wiped her nose and coughed, “I’m sorry but I really thought you were going to blow up the school. You see stuff like this on the news all the time.”
Tim leaned over, “I guess I can’t be too mad, Truce?” Shelley nodded. “You wanna be lab partners?”
Blushing, Shelley nodded and whispered to Lauren, “Maybe High School won’t be so bad after all.”
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