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yesterday when…” I stop. Jason said he was going to help
Kenny! “He told me he was seeing his brother,” I say.
    “You mean like…”
    “Like he saw his brother in class, and he said that his
brother needed his help. He told me that he was going to help him,” I explain.
    “Wait, so are you two close? No one I've spoken to has said
anything about this,” he says.
    “No, he- he thought I saw Kenny too because I jumped up in
fright from a- a spider. He must have 'seen' Kenny at the same time. He was
very aggressive about it. You can ask my Dad.”
    He raises his hand to stop me. “I believe you. He's not the
only one that's reported seeing things and that story about adds up,” he says.
    “It does?” I ask.
    “A few people said they last saw him talking to you, and
everyone that's seen him says they last saw him at school yesterday. If he left
school planning on helping Kenny, then he might have gathered some followers
and planned to sneak into the hospital. It all adds up, we just don't have
proof that he's responsible. If you see him, or any of these kids,” he says,
waving the photos. “...let me know.”
    “Right, will-do,” I say. I hear the bell ring.
    “Better run along,” says Deputy Yew, but it looks like he's
saying it more to himself than to me. I thank him, although I'm not sure what
exactly I was thanking him for-information? I shrug it off and head into the
school. I get to my classroom as quickly as I can. Before Ms. Alder can greet
me with “Glad you could join us,” I say, “Sorry was giving information
to the deputy.”
    Ms. Alder looks up at me, and I hand the essays.
    “Oh,” she says, a little surprised that I- well, Shana,
followed through.
    “Well, glad you could join us, please take your seat.” I
wince at those words. I don't know why, but I have this pet peeve where if
someone has a certain catchphrase or something they always say, I hate being
the one to trigger it. School goes by far too slowly. There's no Dad to bust me
out before lunch period. Heck he's probably catching up on the work he missed
out on yesterday, whatever vice principals do. 
    The whole school day I have my mind on what Jason could be doing
to Mario right now, and why those other students would help him, if they were
helping him. Are they torturing him, or disposing of his body? Those kinds of
questions run through my mind incessantly. When the final bell rings, another
bell dings in my head. Time for Shana! I realize I haven't told my
parents that I plan to go see Shana early today, so I go over to the vice
principal's office. The door's open so I walk in, on Ms. Alder talking to my
Dad, with our essays in hand.
     “Oh, Alyssa,” greets Dad, and his tone isn't happy
sounding.
    “What's going on?” I ask.
    Ms. Alder gives me a small apologetic smile. “I've just been
going over your essays with your father,” she explains.
    “What's wrong with them?” I ask, although I already know
what she's going to say. “Well they…” but she stops and gives my Dad a look.
Wow, she can come behind my back and talk about these essays but she won't say
it to my face?
    “I haven't, read the essays completely Alyssa, but Ms. Alder
believes the theme of these essays written by both of you are, well it doesn't
seem like two people wrote them,” he explains.
    So wait, they weren't worried about the style, they just
aren't fooled by Shana's trick?
    “Well we worked together on them. Like I said yesterday, we
were going to use the same event to-”
    “Yesterday Alyssa, you hadn't even started your essay, so
that means you both would have to have put all of this work into it in one
night,” she says.
    “In one visit that lasted barely more than an hour, and most
of that hour was spent on dinner,” corrects my Dad.
    “So? What business of yours is it to go over and…” I try,
but Ms. Alder interrupts.
    “What's the name of the man you were reluctantly arrested by
in this essay?” she asks. I