A Hypothetical Situation
By Karen

Author's note: Thank you to Shelle for helping with this installment and getting me back on track. (Shelle-you had better put this in!)

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Aldys spent the entire drive to school mulling over her decision about what she was about to do. She didn't want to get Josie into any trouble. As for Aldys' feelings for Mr. Coulson and his part in all of this, she found herself vacillating between feeling sorry for him and being insanely angry with him. And she couldn't completely dismiss the idea of him being a "predator" either, and that prospect really frightened her. She knew that because of this uncertainty, she had to proceed with the utmost of caution. She couldn't allow Mr. Coulson to suspect she knew about his and Josie's illicit relationship, because if he were capable of using a sweet girl like Josie, who knew what else he may be capable of?

Aldys pulled her Volvo into a space in the student lot and turned off the motor. She spent a couple of minutes just sitting, taking deep breaths and reminding herself that she needed to do what was best for Josie. Then, grabbing her book bag, she climbed out of the car and headed toward the main entrance. After going through the security checkpoint, she hesitated at the point where she would have to turn left to go to her locker or continue straight, down the hall toward the main office.

Aldys had thought long and hard all night, tossing and turning, trying to figure out who she could talk to about the suspicions she had been having about Mr. Coulson and Josie and about the scene she had witnessed in the parking lot after school the previous day. When she woke up this morning, an idea had come to her: to speak to her guidance counselor, Mrs. Parks, and see what she had to say about the situation. Aldys had gone to her with her problems before, and she always found her helpful and supportive. Aldys felt confident that Mrs. Parks would know what to do.

There were few students in the halls at this early hour, and Aldys felt sure that no one would see her go into the guidance office, which had a separate entrance, but was actually part of the main office.

Mrs. Lucent, the principal's secretary, was the only office assistant in yet. She turned and looked up at the sound of the door closing and then smiled when she recognized Aldys. "Why, hello, Aldys! And how are you this morning?"

Aldys simply nodded her reply and then got down to business. "I'm here to see Mrs. Parks, if she's in."

Mrs. Lucent gave Aldys a ghost of a strange look at the abrupt answer the young girl had given her. Cocking her head to the side just a little, as if in question, she replied, "Yes, she is. If you'll just wait a second; I'll tell her you're here."

She returned a moment later and told Aldys, "You can to go right in. She's ready to see you." Aldys thanked her and nervously entered through the guidance counselor's door.

Mrs. Parks, a slender willowy woman in her forties, looked up from the papers she was reading on her desk, placed her reading glasses aside, and gave Aldys a warm, friendly smile.

She pushed a lock of shoulder length dark brown hair behind her ear and greeted her. "Aldys, I'm glad you came by. Please have a seat." She gestured toward the seat in front of the desk. "I was going to search you out today, but now you've saved me a trip."

"Oh?" Aldys asked.

"Yes, I heard from your English teacher Mr. Coulson that you're going to be our valedictorian this year. Congratulations! That's quite an honor."

At the mention of Mr. Coulson's name, she flinched slightly, but covered it up by turning away from her to close the office door and sit down. "Thank you."

Mrs. Parks could see that Aldys was all business this morning. She fixed her gaze on Aldys and asked, "So� What can I do for you?"

Aldys looked down at her shoes for a long moment. Now that the moment of truth had come, she didn't know if she could go through with it. She looked back up at Mrs. Parks with troubled eyes and just sighed.

"Is something wrong, dear?" the guidance counselor asked her in a gentle voice.

"I-I'm not sure�" she stammered. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about�"

She thought for another moment as the guidance counselor waited patiently. Then she thought of a way to ask her questions and get her answers without getting anyone in trouble�yet.

"Okay� If I give you a hypothetical situation, would you give me your opinion on it?"

"Hypothetical?" She questioned, with raised eyebrows. She smelled trouble, but she made sure to remain calm in front of her student. "Sure," she replied affably.

"Well, I have this friend..." Aldys grinned just a little having to use the clich�.

"Go on," Mrs. Parks encouraged, returning her grin.

"She's 17, and a senior..."

"Yes?" Mrs. Parks urged.

"And I was wondering�uh�what would happen if my friend was�uh�allegedly involved with a teacher?"

Mrs. Parks' expression immediately turned serious. "What exactly do you mean by involved, Aldys?"

"Umm," Aldys hedged. "I guess you could call it�romantically?"

"Aldys," she began, leaning forward across the desk, "This could be a very serious situation. Can you please elaborate?"

"Hypothetically, right?" Aldys insisted.

Mrs. Parks sighed. "Right. Okay. Hypothetically speaking�what would make you think this?"

"Well�maybe they were seen in sort of�um�questionable situations by another student."

"Such as," she prodded gently, studying Aldys' expression intently.

Aldys continued in a rush, "A soft touch on the arm, the way they sometimes look at each other when they think no one is watching� sort of too familiar, you know? And maybe someone saw them�uh, kissing," she revealed. But after seeing Mrs. Parks visibly flinch at this remark, she blurted in explanation, "But it was just a quick one."

Mrs. Parks could see how obviously uncomfortable Aldys had become, and after hearing about her "hypothetical situation", she could easily see why. But still, most of these matters turned out to be simple misunderstandings on the part of the witness, so she tried to think of a way to reassure her and make her reassess her beliefs. "Is it possible this student was just showing appreciation or maybe thanking this teacher for something? That would be a good reason for seeing what you saw�"

"No, I don't think so. They kissed on the lips." Aldys admitted.

Mrs. Parks sucked in a painful breath at this revelation. 'Then again,' she thought, 'maybe this wasn't a misunderstanding�'

But then, after a moment, she started to doubt her own memory and admitted, "But I'm not sure."

"I see. This is a very serious charge, Aldys. Romantic teacher-student relationships are not permitted, as I'm sure you can understand. A relationship such as the 'hypothetical' one you have described could certainly cost that teacher his job. And seeing that this girl is a minor, he could end up facing criminal charges as well."

"Yeah," Aldys said quietly. "That's kind of what I thought." She wasn't sure if she was ready to get anyone into that kind of trouble. Aldys started to rise from her chair to leave.

Mrs. Parks looked at her intently and asked, "I don't suppose you're willing to give me names here?"

Aldys hesitated for a second, and then replied, "How can I? It's a hypothetical situation, remember?"

It was clear that Aldys was not yet ready to take the next step. Mrs. Parks thought for a moment, and then suggested, "Aldys, I'd like you to give this 'situation' of yours some more thought over the weekend and come see me first thing Monday morning. Your 'friend' must mean a lot to you for you to be concerned enough to discuss this with me. You can save her a lot of trouble if you do the right thing."

She continued, wanting to make Aldys understand the importance of her role. "I don't want to scare you here, Aldys, but I need to emphasize the gravity of the matter. There have been cases where teachers have been known to prey on young girls, pretending to want friendship and then pushing for more."

The frightened look on Aldys' face told Mrs. Parks she'd hit the nail on the head as far as Aldys' fears were concerned. She pushed, "Do you think this girl is in trouble? Could she fall for something like that?"

"I don't know�maybe." Aldys was very worried about this. She didn't want Josie to be hurt or taken advantage of, but she also had a hard time thinking of Mr. Coulson as a "predator" type. Up until now he had been her favorite teacher and had always shown her the utmost of respect. But, with Mrs. Parks' distressed reaction to her "hypothetical" situation, Aldys was starting to fear her original favorable assessment of him had been wrong. After all, he was very charming, and he was very handsome. So was that serial killer Ted Bundy. And wasn't it usually the ones you didn't suspect that did things like this?

Mrs. Parks continued, "How would you feel about talking to your friend about it? Maybe you can convince her to stop whatever inappropriate relations she may be having with this teacher. Maybe you could even convince her to turn this guy in herself?"

The more Aldys thought of her innocent friend Josie being taken advantage of, the stronger her resolve to help became. "I can certainly try."

"Good. Aldys, I appreciate how difficult it must have been for you to come and talk me about this. Thank you for coming in and bringing this to my attention. So� I'll see you first thing Monday morning, right? I'd like to find out how the talk with your friend goes�"

A part of Mrs. Parks hated letting Aldys leave without divulging her information, mostly because the idea that there could be a teacher in the school doing this made her extremely concerned, and she had to think about the safety of the students. But she also knew that if she spooked Aldys too much, she could scare the girl off entirely and never find out who it is. Better to give her the space and time to realize the wisdom of her actions.

Aldys nodded silently, then turned to pull the door open. She slowly left the office, her head down. Mrs. Parks words about the possibility of Mr. Coulson losing his job, coupled with the frightening picture forming in her head of him preying on Josie's innocence filled her head. Because she was still mulling over how she would approach Josie about it, she walked through to the outer office door with her head down, and almost ran right smack into someone.

"Whoa," she heard a friendly, familiar voice. "Studying too hard, Aldys?"

Aldys recognized Mr. Coulson's voice at the same instant he put his hand on her arm to stop her from smacking in to him.

She quickly recoiled, breaking their contact and looked up at him in panic, thinking irrationally that he had somehow overheard her conversation with Mrs. Parks and knew that she knew about him and Josie. "I'm sorry. Excuse me," she mumbled, still eyeing him very cautiously.

Sam was perplexed by Aldys' strange behavior. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that she was actually afraid of him. But as to why she would suddenly be afraid of him, he hadn't a clue. He could plainly see that even now she had a spark of fear in her eyes as they darted around nervously. It was almost as if trying to find some way to escape. "Aldys, are you okay?" he asked, very concerned for her now.

Aldys backed up another step and shrank away from him, her back against the wall. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've�got to get to homeroom," she stammered, giving him a wide berth as she hurried away from him down the corridor.

Sam stared after Aldys for a long moment, wondering what had gotten into her today. Then, chalking it up to those strange teenage hormones, he simply shrugged his shoulders and entered the main office, looking for Jack Kerdan. Coincidentally, he was there to tell him that he'd gotten a chance to speak with Aldys about being chosen as valedictorian and that she had accepted. "That should take a load off his mind," Sam thought, smiling to himself again as he remembered Josie's comical reaction yesterday morning to being called to the principal's office.

When he entered, he noticed that the receiving area was empty. Because Mrs. Lucent was out of the office, and therefore not able to announce him, he walked directly over to Jack's door and raised his hand to knock. The door was slightly ajar, so when he heard voices inside he dropped his arm. "That's odd," he thought, "almost no one bothers Jack in the morning before he's had at least three cups of coffee�"

Sam honestly had no intention of eavesdropping, and was, in fact, turning to leave when something he heard through the door stopped him dead in his tracks. He heard Eva Parks' voice, one of the guidance counselors, say with obvious concern, "And moreover, Jack, she claims she saw them act inappropriately on several occasions, and even witnessed what she believed was a more-than-friendly kiss between the two of them."

Jack sounded shocked and angry. "My God, Eva�you mean one of the teachers here in this school!?" There was a short pause and Sam assumed that Eva Parks had nodded her head yes, because Jack continued, "I've been here a long time, and I just can't imagine who she could possibly be talking about. Did she give you the name of either the student or the teacher?"

Sam didn't realize that he was holding his breath, afraid to hear the answer. Eva Parks sighed dejectedly. "I pushed her as much as I dared, but she wouldn't give me any names. She kept insisting her situation was only 'hypothetical', but you know how that stuff goes, Jack. There's always truth behind those sorts of things. But I did, at least, convince her to come back to see me on Monday morning. Maybe I can get it out of her then. In the meantime, I advised her to..."

Horrified, Sam quickly backed away from the door and left the office. The last thing he wanted was for Mrs. Lucent or one of the other secretaries to return and see him eavesdropping on such a conversation. He didn't need to draw any suspicion, especially since it was him they were talking about.

Striding quickly down the hall, he made a beeline for his classroom, his mind reeling. Suddenly Aldys' strange behavior from earlier made perfect sense. Somehow, she had seen he and Josie kissing in Josie's car yesterday. He remembered Josie's concern about this very thing happening when they spoke then. He fervently wished he had listened to her, taken her concern more seriously, but now he would have to deal with the consequences of that error. He was, however, very relieved and grateful that Aldys hadn't actually given their names�at least not yet.

'My God, what she must think of me!' he thought to himself in horror as he went to his classroom and shut the door behind him. After all, he knew how he felt whenever he heard on the news about other teachers doing things like it now appeared he was with Josie. It completely turned his stomach and made him incredibly angry. But, he imagined that it must be incredibly frightening for poor Aldys, who stood in the middle an awful situation and didn't know what to do. This wasn't some faraway story on the television to shake one's head at, this was her own teacher and one of her friends.

He sat down at his desk, and took a moment to think things through. He decided that the best course of action at this point was for Josie to tell Aldys the truth about her age and her undercover status, and she needed to do it now. Up until that point, he had agreed that it was Josie's decision alone to tell or not tell who she wanted, since it was her job that could be affected. But now that he was certain that Aldys was voicing her suspicions to the administration, it was best that she be let in on their little secret.

But how? How was he going to get the message to Josie without Aldys suspecting? They were in the same class, of course, and sat right next to each other besides. There was nothing he could do that Aldys wouldn't notice, especially now. He knew after their run-on in the hallway that she would be watching them extra carefully that day. Then an idea came to him, and with a small smile, he took out the papers he had marked last evening, searching for Josie's.

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Sam was hoping that Josie would be one of the first students into his class that morning. If he could just get five seconds with her before Aldys arrived, he could quickly warn her. But this morning she came in surrounded by Kristen, Gibby and Kirsten, all chattering at the same time. She glanced over at Sam as she took her seat in the front row, and flashed him her dazzling smile. He would have smiled back an acknowledgment of her presence, but just then Aldys came in and took her seat beside Josie. Sam knew he had no choice but to play it really cool with Josie until he had a chance to tell her what had happened, so he ignored her and turned her back on her to face the chalkboard.

As Sam turned around to write something on the chalkboard, he thought to himself that he couldn't believe he was in this situation. He knew it wasn't Josie's fault: it was just the nature of her job. But it was quickly becoming too complicated and agonizing for him to handle. All he wanted was for everything to be out in the open so he could be with Josie in a 'proper' relationship. Letting out a big sigh, he turned to face his class and began his lecture.

During class, Sam looked everywhere but at Josie. He didn't call on her at all, even when she tried to participate. Josie was a little bewildered and hurt at his behavior, having no clue why he was ignoring her.

Aldys also noticed Mr. Coulson was ignoring Josie and became alarmed, realizing that Mr. Coulson must know about her meeting with her guidance counselor. It was the only thing that she could think of that would explain his sudden turnaround. Aldys, peeking over at Josie's crestfallen face, began to really worry about Josie, as well as be concerned for herself.

At the end of class, Sam walked around the room, dropping the marked papers on the desks of their owners. Josie turned hers over and was surprised to see an A- circled at the top. She had never received less than a straight A for her writing from him before.

Aldys heard Josie's small gasp after having turned her paper over, so she surreptitiously peeked over at it. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, other than the fact that Josie hadn't scored quite as well as normally, she shrugged and bent her head to examine her own paper and score.

Josie was in shock. First he wouldn't talk to her or call on her. Heck, he wouldn't even look at her today. And now she was receiving lower grades on her papers? Confused, Josie went by his desk on her way out, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Coulson, can you tell me why I only got an�?"

Sam started to turn a sympathetic eye toward Josie, but then he noticed Aldys watching them closely. So instead, he cut her off and answered sharply, "Josie, why don't you read my comments before you question my reasons for your grade?" That said, he picked up his things and left the classroom without a backwards glance. The last thing he needed right now was to see Josie's expression, because he knew it would have broken his heart. He felt terrible doing it, but he was comforted by the thought that once she read his comments, she would understand his behavior.

Josie stared after him and, stunned by his behavior, shoved the paper into her bag and started to go after him. Aldys' hand on her arm stopped her.

"Josie, are you okay? What was that about?" Aldys asked, nodding toward the doorway that Mr. Coulson had just exited through.

"I have no idea," Josie replied in a small, hurt voice. "He's never treated me like that before."

"Well, I guess he's just having a bad day. We all do sometimes, even the perfect Mr. Coulson, I suspect." said Aldys, trying to keep the venom out of her voice and not completely succeeding.

Something in Aldys' tone caused Josie to look up at her sharply. 'Does Aldys know what's bothering Sam?' she wondered to herself, but thought it was best to drop the subject.

"I guess so." Josie shook her head sadly. "Well, I've got to get to Bio. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah," Aldys agreed, thinking she would try to find Josie at lunchtime when they could go somewhere quiet and talk.

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However, at lunch Josie didn't wait for Aldys by her locker as she normally did; she didn't particularly want any company. She wanted to sit alone to recover from the rude and hurtful way Sam had treated her in class. What could she possibly have done to deserve his brush off?

She went directly out to the courtyard and found a quiet, solitary place to sit. As she pulled her brown paper lunch bag out of her book bag, her graded paper from English Lit fell out onto the ground. She bent over to pick it up, and suddenly she remembered what Sam had said about reading his comments before questioning his reason for the grade. So, scanning the paper, she read Sam's comments under the 'A-' grade. It said, "...doesn't just suspect, she knows. You have to tell her the truth ASAP!" For a moment, Josie was confused. Who knew what? And what did this possibly have to do with her grade?

She looked back at the top of the paper. Leaning in to look more closely at it, she noticed the minus sign on her grade was in different colored ink than the A and the circle around it. It was almost as if it had been added afterwards. And the minus sign was in the same color ink as the rest of Sam's mysterious message. Obviously, she realized, the changed grade was supposed to be part of the message itself. A-� meaning Aldys!? Josie's heart started pounding harder and she suddenly felt out of breath as relief washed through her. Now she knew why Sam had been acting so aloof in class! And if Aldys knew of her relationship with Sam, then that also explained Aldys' weird comment to her afterward.

But how did she know when she obviously hadn't just yesterday afternoon? Then Josie realized that Aldys must have seen them together in Josie's car last night. This was not to mention the close call in the hallway yesterday and the cell phone call at Nana's.

Josie realized she had underestimated her young friend. 'Maybe she should be the reporter,' Josie thought wryly. 'She's obviously better at stealth than I am�' She wondered how Sam knew about Aldys' discovery when she did not, but she had no reason to doubt the sincerity of his statement.

Josie stood and tossed the paper and the rest of her lunch back into her back, intent on finding Aldys and explaining things to her. She looked in all of the usual places, but just couldn't find her. Josie sighed heavily. She knew it was urgent that she speak to Aldys and clear things up before she told anyone.

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It wasn't until after school that they met up again, and this time it was Aldys searching out Josie. Aldys had decided to speak to Josie immediately instead of waiting for the weekend. She was worried that what had happened in English class with Mr. Coulson this morning might be a sign of things to come�for both of them and needed to make sure Josie took action before it was too late.

Aldys tapped her on the shoulder, and Josie turned around.

"Hi Josie, I need to talk to you about something. Do you have a minute?"

Both relieved and nervous at the sound of Aldys' voice, she breathed, "Sure. Actually, I wanted to talk to you, too. Why don't we find an empty classroom?" Josie asked, thinking it was better to get this over with, and the sooner the better. Aldys agreed and followed her into the nearest empty room. Josie sat facing the hallway and Aldys dragged a chair around to face her.

Aldys took a deep breath, and started to ask, "Josie, I need to know� Is there something I should know about you and�?" when she noticed Josie staring past her at the open doorway. Aldys turned around in her seat to see what had caught Josie's attention and paled as she saw Mr. Coulson standing staring back at them.

To Aldys' horror, Josie smiled warmly at him and said, "I'm glad you're here, Sam. Why don't you come in? You should be a part of this, too."

Aldys felt a shiver of fear slide up her spine at Josie's familiar use of Mr. Coulson's first name. If she had needed any confirmation of her suspicions, she had just received it.

Sam hesitated momentarily, noting the look on Aldys' face. Again, the sting of guilt hit him. Poor Aldys could only be thinking the worst of him, and under the current circumstances, he couldn't blame her. Nevertheless, he entered the room, closed the door behind him. He walked over to perch himself on the edge of the desk beside Josie's, also facing Aldys, prepared to support Josie in what would probably be a difficult moment for her.

Aldys felt the panic rise up from her already queasy stomach to tighten her throat, and started to rise out of her chair. Josie, sensing she was about to flee, grabbed Aldys' hand to stay her.

"Wait, Aldys, please! It's okay," Josie soothed. "Please�let me explain what's going on here."

Aldys looked from Josie to Mr. Coulson and back, and then straightened her spine and sat back down, finding her courage once again. She was determined to help her friend at all costs, and if Mr. Coulson thought he could intimidate her by his presence, she thought forcefully, then he had seriously underestimated her. "Josie, I already know what's going on. I saw you."

She turned to Sam and glared at him. "Please, don't bother trying to insult my intelligence with a bunch of pretty lies, either; they won't work on me. C'mon, Josie, let's go; let's get out of here." Aldys stood again and wrapped her fingers around Josie's wrist, trying to drag Josie from her seat. She needed to get Josie away from Mr. Coulson; she needed to make her see reason.

"No, wait, Aldys, it's not what you think," Josie pleaded with her.

Sam jumped in also. "Aldys, please� Let us explain�"

Finally, all the pent up fear, worry, and anger she'd carried around with her since seeing them kiss came to a head. She whirled around and advanced on Sam, slashing her arms angrily through the air in a quelling gesture. "No! There is no explanation for your behavior, Mr. Coulson! None that will satisfy me, anyway! I saw you kissing Josie in her car yesterday, and it was plain to see this was no friendly peck on the cheek! And you called her on her private cell phone, the one with the unlisted number. And I saw you with your hand caressing her shoulder in the hallway yesterday morning, too�and I saw the guilty look on your face when you realized I might have seen you doing it."

"And then there was your 'chance meeting' at the concession stand at the baseball game last weekend. It was funny that you professed to be so hungry, but yet you came back to your seat from the concession stand empty-handed. This is not even mentioning the prom, when you were dancing together and staring into each other's eyes like no one else existed on the planet." Aldys was so livid at Mr. Coulson's inappropriate behavior with her friend that, authority figure or no, she was practically screaming at him.

Josie tried to intervene, saying, "Aldys, you are right about all of that, but..."

Aldys interrupted her, giving her a curt, silencing look. "No, Josie. I'm not finished."

Aldys took another step toward Sam, pointing an accusing finger at him. Without even realizing it, Sam shrank back a little against the desk he'd been leaning on as a self-protective measure. "You know, I used to think that you were different, Mr. Coulson�that you were a cut above everybody else around here. You always seemed so passionate about your work, and you seemed to genuinely care about us kids. Yes, apparently you even had me snowed there for a while. But after seeing what you're doing to Josie, I can now see you for what you really are: a smooth talker who knows how to use other people's insecurities to get what you want from them. And it's obvious�to me, at least�what it is you want from Josie. Well I, for one, am not going to stand by and let you do that to her!"

Sam visibly flinched at the obvious recrimination in Aldys' words and tone. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, to calm Aldys down, but nothing would come out.

Aldys then turned on Josie, angry with her for not seeing the obvious truth of the situation. "Josie, can't you see that he's just using you?" she asked, pointing to Sam. "Do you honestly think a teacher is going to have a serious relationship with a 17-year-old student!?"

Josie reached out to place a hand on either of Aldys' shoulders. "Aldys, just listen to me, would you!? Of course Sam wouldn't have a relationship with a 17-year-old student. That's what I'm trying to tell you! I'm not seventeen years old. I'm 25, pretending to be 17!"

Aldys wrenched herself from Josie's grasp, exasperated with her friend's obvious lack of sense. How could she kid around at a time like this? "Quit it, Josie! I'm serious here and you're making jokes." If Josie was going to play games like that, how was she supposed to help her?

"I'm not joking," Josie said emphatically, reaching into her purse to pull out her driver's license. She handed it to Aldys who looked at it for a long moment. Then she looked up to examine Sam, then Josie, and then looked back to the small rectangular piece of plastic in her hand.

She started to doubt herself, but persisted, "Well, it could be fake..."

Josie threw up her hands in frustration. She'd had no idea that it was going to be this difficult to convince Aldys of her true identity. "Believe me, its real! I am 25 years old. I'm a reporter for the Chicago-Sun Times, undercover as a student for an article. She rummaged around in her purse again, looking for her 'Press' I.D. badge. "Sam is the only one here who knows�except for you now, obviously�" she said, handing her the badge.

Just then, all three heard the door open and turned to see Principal Kerdan standing there.

"What's going on in here? I heard the commotion from clear down the hall. Is something wrong?" His eyes honed in on Aldys.

Josie and Sam both looked worriedly at Aldys, holding their breath, and wondered what she would reply.

The dreaded "To be continued..."

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