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Chapter 7:Spin
The green lawn in front of the school was swarming with laughing and talking cheerleaders.
Greg felt the familiar High School Feeling coming over him the moment he stepped out of the SUV.
He waited for a second for Sara to get out of the car and together they walked up to the immense building in front of them.
"It's been a while" Said Sara.
"Yeah, I kinda miss it sometimes. Tormenting teachers, chasing cheerleaders, party's-"
Greg was just in time to avoid a skateboarder that cut him off.
"You okay?" Sara asked wiping traces of mud off of Greg's jacket.
Greg nodded, "Near death experience" he said in a woeful voice.
Sara chuckled and opened the door of the building to let herself and Greg in.
They were greeted by a fifty-something-year-old woman with grayish hair and a pair of big brown glasses standing in the middle of the hallway.
"Good afternoon, I'm Mrs. Newman, the head-principal" She shook both of their hands, constantly having a warm smile on her face, the kind that salespersons would always have, trying to sell you something you didn't need.
Greg smiled back at her when he shook her hand, not knowing whether she was just a nice woman or a nice woman with a secret.
"I'm Sara Sidle and this is Greg Sanders, Las Vegas Crime Lab".
"Oh yes, I know why you're here. I expected you to stop by, such a dreadful situation isn't it? We should go to my office to talk" The woman kept talking in a warm, compassionate voice.
Greg and Sara exchanged looks while they followed Mrs. Newman to her office, they both felt like they were following Mrs. Clause.
Greg's sensation of him feeling 16 again didn't decrease at all once he entered Mrs. Newman's office.
The large windows granted them a wide look over the school grounds on which a few students were still hanging around.
Two very uncomfortable hard wooden chairs stood in front of the desk.
The desk was extremely empty, as were the shelves on both sides of the office.
There were three large file cupboards in the corner, those cupboards were the only proof of there being work done in the office.
The principal's office was one Greg knew from inside out, at least at his own High School.
"Please, sit down" Mrs. Newman gestured at the chairs.
The CSI's took a seat on the chairs and were instantly aware of the hardness of them, they couldn't imagine that anyone would want to stay in here for long.
Mrs. Newman took a seat behind her desk and folded her hands neatly on the desk, her eyes were sad but the smile still stuck on her face.
"Could you tell us something about Cassie?" Greg asked.
"Cassie was a sweet girl. Hard working, respectful towards her teachers.
She didn't have many friends, although she desperately tried to make friends.
But as far as I know her only true interests were the books she studied and the lessons she attended. Straight A student, except for P.E, which is understandable due to her physique".
Greg thought back at the girl lying on the tray in Robbins' autopsy room, he hadn't put much attention to her figure but that could be caused by the fact that her gut had been hanging out of her stomach.
Cassie didn't have the perfect figure, not like the girls he had seen twirling around on the grounds though.
"So she wanted to mingle?" Sara asked, breaking Greg's pondering.
The principal sighed and took off her glasses.
"A bit too much if you ask me, since a few months her attitude has changed.." Her voice sounded more melancholic.
"She changed the way she dressed, the way she talked, especially towards her teachers. She suddenly tried to 'hang out' with the more popular kids, the more she mingled with them, the worse it got.
The new Cassie has been in here more times in the last few weeks than the old Cassie would have been in her whole life".
Out of all the ways this story could've headed, this was one Greg didn't expect.
How could a nice girl turn into a troublemaking wannabe?
