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THIS STORY WAS CO-WRITTEN BY BeelezebubX a-k-a {Zach}. He's been helping me through the entire story! I just want 2 thank U 4 helpin' me through this story!
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chapter 7
"Tough path ahead"
Ingrid and Wayne just stared at Principal Folsom. What was the meaning of this? Why was Ingrid going to be transferred out of X middle school? Had she done something wrong? Was Principal Folsom not satisfied with her or something?
Principal Folsom got up from her desk and walked over to the window. This was really hard to tell Ingrid because she was the smartest person in school. She really didn't want to let Ingrid go, but it was for the best, after all.
"Principal Folsom, where exactly am I being transferred to and why?" Ingrid asked. That was the biggest question on her mind right now. She really needed to know the answer. She felt her heart racing in her chest.
"Raycliff?" Principal Folsom said, continuing to stare out the window.
Raycliff sighs. How come he had to be the one to tell everyone the terrible news around here? It seemed like he always had to be the bad guy. The guy everyone would end up hating after he explained the news.
"You may be being transferred to Macluhan Middle School. We've been discussing the situation and we think that it would be a good idea if you went there," Raycliff said. He stared at Ingrid and Wayne for a minute, wondering how they would take the news.
"She's being transferred to my school in Tenessee?" Wayne asked, literally jumped out of his chair. He didn't know how to react to this news. He turned to look at Ingrid, to find that she looked just as stunned as he did.
That means I'm going to have to get use to a brand-new school, new kids and new teachers. Ingrid thinks folding her arms. She was use to X middle school, she knew where everything was! She knew some of the secret passages that Fillmore had shown her.
Ingrid had even become friends with all the members of the Safety Patrol. This place was really interesting, and worth sticking around. It was terrible that she would be transferred to Macluhan Middle School far away.
She absolutely despised being the new kid. The people in school treated you completely differently! When she had first come to X Middle School, no one wanted to be her friend. That is, until Fillmore came along. Fillmore befriended her and introduced her to the Safety Patrol.
Ingrid wasn't sure if she was ready to go to a new school and be a part of a different Safety Patrol office. It frightened her, to tell the absolute truth. "Principal Folsom, do I have a choice?" Ingrid asked. They couldn't force her to leave, right?
"Yes, of course. We aren't going to force you to leave Ingrid," Principal Folsom said, finally turning around and staring at her a moment. "Ingrid, we think it would be a good situation for you. We've already been investigating the school and we've come up with wonderful results. Raycliff," Principal Folsom called.
Raycliff stepped forward, and put a very full folder down in front of her. "These are all the things we've found out about Macluhan Middle School," Raycliff said. Ingrid opened the folder up to find pictures and a lot of text inside. The folder was neatly organized and typed.
Raycliff cleared his throat. "We've found more of your kind of people there. Plus the clubs are probably more to your liking. I'm sure that you'll feel right at home, that is if you decide to go," Raycliff started.
Raycliff paused to watch Ingrid going through the folder. If you asked Raycliff, Ingrid seemed a little interested in the whole idea. He wondered if Ingrid would say yes, and then would take off. If she did decide to leave X, she would be remembered by a lot of people.
"Macluhan has a large Safety Patrol too. Macluhan is always looking for another true Safety Patrol officer to join the force. We've already put the good word in to the principal there. The Principal would be overjoyed about the idea," Raycliff finished.
Raycliff's attention didn't seem to leave Ingrid. He'd always liked Ingrid and if she decided to, he would hate to see her go.
Ingrid continued to go through the folder, staring at the picture that had been taken around the campus. There were also pictures of a few people, but most of the pictures were either of the school, Safety Patrollers or of people in clubs.
She had to admit that the campus really looked nice and the people did too. She seemed to just stare at the people belonging to clubs. They all seemed to being enjoying what they were doing and there seemed to be a lot of others involved also.
"The Principal has even offered to give you a tour throughout the campus," Raycliff said. He was trying not to appear too upset or enthusiastic. Raycliff didn't want to alter her decision. If she wanted to leave, they would just have to go with it.
Ingrid was the smartest person in school, and had represented X many times since she'd been here. When you compared what she had done and what Parnassis had done, there was a difference.
Parnassis had bought fruit baskets that contained very expensive chocolate and other gifts for the entire staff of X. He was a member of many clubs at X and he seemed to be a good person. When a person was stumped, Parnassis some how always came up with something to solve the problem.
Ingrid on the other hand was different, she was a rebel and an outsider. Raycliff remembered when she was a brand-new student at X. He and Principal Folsom remembered all too well how Ingrid had announced that she hated this school, after being hit with spit balls from the entire student body.
They also remember how she admitted to planting and setting off the stink bomb in the halls, and how she was almost expelled from school. Ingrid had changed a little since then. She'd become a little more open with people than she had before.
She seemed to speak her opinion more often when she was around him and Principal Folsom. Raycliff had noticed how she was acting like Fillmore these days. This behavior didn't seem to surprise the two of them, since the two were really close partners.
Raycliff and Principal Folsom had also noticed since then, how the Safety Patrol here had become like a family to her. She was really close to everyone on the team, but she was closest to Fillmore.
"A tour of Macluhan Middle School?" Ingrid asked, finally looking up from the pictures and at Principal Folsom. She was sounding unsure at that moment.
Principal Folsom was now standing next to Ingrid and looking down at her. "Ingrid, what do you say my dear?" she asked.
Ingrid wasn't sure how she was going to answer right now. This was a difficult decision and she needed some time to think about it. She couldn't rush into a situation like this, without giving it some thought first.
"I'll have to think about it. I'm not quite sure yet," Ingrid answered. She really wanted to talk with her family about the situation and a few other people before she made any kind of choice.
When a situation came up like this, she always consulted her family before she did anything. Her dad and her sister, Ariela always seemed to give her good advice on what to do.
"I understand," Folsom said, a smile crossing her face.
Ingrid stood and Wayne did too. "Principal Folsom, might I keep that folder to look through?" Ingrid asked. Folsom nodded and handed the big folder to Ingrid.
Ingrid smiled back at them and then headed for the door. Wayne followed behind her.
Would Ingrid come to Macluhan Middle School and become a Safety Patroller there? Or did she want to stay here at X.
Later that evening Ingrid got home from school. She found her sister and her dad in the kitchen doing chores. When she walked in they stopped what they were doing to watch her sit down.
"Hey kiddo how was school?" Ariela asked. Ingrid hated it when her sister call her "Kiddo" and wished she couldn't up up with another name for her.
"Same ol' same ol'," Ingrid replied, taking her backpack off and opening it up. She had a bit of homework to do tonight and she absoultely had to get it done.
Ariela resumed washing the dishes and handing them to dad to dry, then put away. Whenever chores had to be done, the entire family pitched in to help. That was the reason the chores got done so quickly on the weekends.
"Your prinicpal called today and told us the news," Dad said. He set the plate in the cabnet then reached for another one from Ariela. He started drying the next dish as he turned to look at Ingrid.
"Have you told them your decision yet?" Ariela asked. She turned her hed towards Ingrid. She really seemed enthusiastic, just like Principal Folsom and Vice Principal Raycliff.
"No," Ingrid said, starting on her homework.
"Principal Folsom even said you could go there to try it out for a few weeks. If you don't like it, you can come back and you won't be transferred," Ariela said.
That suggestion sounded okay with Ingrid, but she was frightened that if she went there just to try it out, that she'd enjoy it. If she enjoyed it, she wouldn't want to come back to X Middle school. She would want to stay there.
"If I were to go, what would happen to you?" She asked, opening up her math book and flipping through the pages. If she went, she would be thinking about her family the entire time, and missing them dearly.
"What do you mean? We'd stay right here waiting for you," He said, putting the very last dish away. He put the towl up and then sat down with her at the table.
"I meant permanently," Ingrid said. That question seemed to make them stop and think for a moment. It took them a few minutes to answer.
"Well, I guess we would stay here. Your Aunt Mikki lives in Tennesse and you would be going to live with her," Dad answered.
Ingrid hadn't ever heard of her Aunt Mikki before. Her family must be more extended than she'd thought.
"You were too little to remember Aunt Mikki," Ariela said, closing the cabnets and joining her at the table. "You were only about three years old last time she came to visit".
Ingrid hated meeting relatives because they always pinched your cheeks or hugged you way too tightly.
"Aunt Mikki would gladly take you in if you decided you wanted to go," Dad said smililing.
"Did she say anything else on the phone," Ingrid asked, sounding very interested. She was wondering if there was anything else she should be concerned about.
"She talked about a boy you were currently partnered up with. Ariela do you remember his name?" Dad asked.
"I didn't catch his first name but I managed to catch his last name was Leggitt," she said. Ariela seemed to be watching as Ingrid worked on her math homework.
"Principal Folsom had many nice things to say about him. It sounds like he's the best that the schools got right now," Dad finished.
Hearing Ariela and her dad speaking of Wayne got her to thinking, did she really want to become permanent partners with him? Don't get her wrong, she really liked being partnered up with him and thought he was cool. however she wasn't postivie the two of them would make the best partners.
"You know Ingrid, I never got this kind of opportunity when I was your age. It's a terrific chance for you to explore a whole new world with different people," Ariela said.
Ingrid had to admit that her sister had a good point. No one wanted to have the same old things happen to you day after day. It might be good for her to meet new people and get to know them.
She could get to know the Safety Patrol at Wayne's school. She knew everyone here on the Safety Patrol and almost everything there was to know about them. While she was there, she could even make some friends.
Days later at HQ, the entire office was talking. The news had spread like wild fire over night. Everyone was asking Wayne the same question. Would Ingrid accept and be transferred out?
The Safety Patrol already wasn't very big and had very few officers like Ingrid. It seemed the staff was gradually getting smaller.
"Wayne! Wayne," O'Farrell yelled. He really sounded concerned. O'Farrell sat in the chair in front of Wayne's desk.
"Is the news about Ingrid true? Are we really going to loose another officer?" O'Farrell asked.
Wayne sighed. Here we go again, he thought. "Yes the news is partly true. We aren't sure if she's leaving yet," Wayne replied.
O'Farrell looked relieved for now. Ingrid would be staying at least a little longer. They already lost on officer, were tey going to loose another soon?
"Don't you start freaking out too," Wayne said as if reading O'Farrell's mind. Everyone had started panicing after they'd heard the news. Wayne on the other hand really wasn't sure how to handle the news.
Ingrid had shown to be valuable to the Safety Patrol. Maygloon Middle School could really use more officers like Ingrid. Wayne had a feeling that she was needed here for something.
Wayne was concerned about how she would fit in with the rest of his crew. The Patrol Sherif had been busted and he took over, a lot of things and people had changed. Wayne might be wrong, maybe Ingird would feel right at home after all.
The atmosphere at his school was much like it was around here, so Ingird might feel right at home. Of course, she'd have to get use to the people in Tennessee because they were much different than they were here.
If Ingird did decide to go, she might adjust well. Then again she might not. People seemed to act in a variety of ways when they were the new kid in school. She would need to get to know everyone and at least try to develop a friendship with them.
That's exactly what Wayne had to do. After that, the team actually started to trust him. He remembered the first few weeks after he'd become the new Patrol Sherif. A few members of the Safety Patrol wouldn't listen to him, others didn't seem to trust him. After awhile they started to trust and listen to him.
"I'm just worried she might leave us, that would mean that we lost two of our best officers. If she does leave it won't be the same without her and Fillmore around," O'Farrell said breaking Wayne from thought.
Wayne looked past O'Farrell and around the room at all of the Safety Patorl Officers. He bet all of them were really going to miss her. Wayne might of only been here for a short time, but he could tell that Ingrid was very experienced at her job. He also could tell that she'd made some really close friends with all of the Safety Patrol.
"Everyone's already missing the way that Fillmore cracked jokes to lighten the mood up," O'Farrell finished.
Suddenly a boy busted through the door falling to the ground on his face."S..stink b..bomb,"he yelled turning green in the face. Wayne headed for the door while Anza helped the guy off the floor.
"Ohhh! That's horrible," O'Farrell said. He was turning green in the face and raced off to find a trashcan. It was a stink bomb alright!
"This is ten times worse than the one Parnassis set off," Anza said rapping the boy in a blanket and giving him some hot cocoa. They all remembered how bad the one that Parnassis had set off was. It took about a month for it to completely go away.
Wayne put his shirt over his nose and mouth, then went out the door and shut it behind him.
"Anza, Tehama and O'Farrell, go help Wayne," Vallejo said.
Anza and Tehama headed for the door but O'Farrell just stood up from his chair. "What about him? He's too tramatized to be left alone" he said. Vallejo pointed him towards the door.
"Never mind. I'll take care of him. Go help the others now," Vallejo said. He watched as O'Farrell raced after Tehama and Anza out the door. He just hoped that the four of them were enough to get all the people out okay.
Meanwhile Wayne wonders the halls looking for pepole that were trapped in the stink bomb. After he turnd a corner he saw someone facing the wall. He approached them then got their attention by putthis his hand on their shoulder.
The girl turned around to find she had a very sick expression on her face. Wayne needed to get her out of here and fast. The girl almost looked as though she was going to faint.
"Put your shirt over your nose and follow me," Wayne instructed.
The girl did as she was told and followed Wayne out. On the way out they came across two other people. Wayne got their attention and gave them the same instructions. The people did as they were told and followd Wayne out.
Wayne tried not to so fast that these people couldn't keep up with them, but tried to go fast enough to get out of here quickly. As he went through the halls the stink bomb seemed to get worse instead of better.
It got so bad, none of them could see. He could hear the three people behind him coughing badly. Wayne felt the air trying to find the walls, after a few seconds of searching he found it.
"Where did that safety patroller go? I can't see," he heard hte people ask. They couldn't see him, but they could hear him, right?
"Follow my voice and feel for the wall as you go along," Wayne instructed. He heard them continue to cough. They must have inhaled some of the stink.
Wayne felt the wall with the palm of his hand as he slowly walked. "Come on people. Keep pushing forward and following my voice," Wayne called.
After another 20 minutes of this, they found the exit and found themselves outside.
"Fresh air!" They all said, inhaling deeply.
Wayne didn't stay to celebrate. There still might be people stuck in the halls that he needed to go back for, so he disappeared back inside. He was very determined to rescue anyone else trapped inside.
He had a feeling more pepole were stuck out in the hals. The bell rang jus tas he made it back inside. Great all those people are going to be changing classes and are going to be stuck in the halls Wayne thought.
People started pouring into the halls but stopped dead in their tracks when they smelt the stink bomb. They started yelling. Wayne couldn't hear himself think!
He couldn't get all these people out of here alone. He really needed backup for this mission. He frantically searched his belt for his talky but he couldn't find it. Then he remembered setting it down on his desk.
He'd been in such a hurry when he heard that there was a stink bomb, he must have forgotten it on his desk. It looked as if he was going to have to handle this alone.
"Hey Wayne! Do you need help," a familiar voice asked from behind him. Wayne spun around to find it was Ingrid. He smiled.
"It would be appriciated," Wayne told her.
He was glad Ingrid had appeared when she head. Ingrid always was there when help was needed. That was one more thing Wayne lked about her.
"I brought backup. I hope that you don't mind," Ingrid said motioning the rest of the Safety Patrol over to them. This was what Wayne was talking about. It was rare that the entire staff of the Safety Patrol was needed during a case.
Everyone took off in different directions, doing a variety of things. Anza started helping the pepole out of the stink.
"Put your shirts over your noses, hold each other's hands and keep up with the person in front of you," he instructed them as they started down the hall. His group was a very long line of people!
Anza held tightly to the persons hand behind him wihle feeling the wal as they walked. He was moving as quickly as he could because he wanted to get out into the fresh air as fast as possible.
The coughing of the people behind him made Anza pick up speed. He wasn't really surprsied to find that the halls were getting worse and worse as they got further along. He'd actually done a lot of cases where it involved stink-bombs. He was actually kind of use to going through the stink like this.
After a long while of walking he heard some one yell "Safety Patroller how much longer is it going to be until we get out of this horrible stink," the person sounded sickly.
Anza continues on. "Don't give up we're almost there. Hold on a little bit longer," Anza replied trying to encourage them.
Meanwhile Tehama and O'Farrel started searching for the place where the stink bomb had begun. "This stink is way too strong to only be one bomb," Tehama concluded searching the area. She was examining all the lockers nearby.
"All I know is, this is some powerful stink," O'Farrell said turning green in the face.
He was trying ot stand the odor just long enough for them to figure this case out. The stink was so bad his eyes were starting to water uncontrolably. He couldn't stay the entire time and help with the case if he couldn't stand being in the stink.
"O'Farrell, is something the matter," Tehama asked noticing that he wasn't acting like himself at all.
"Yes I can't stay here in tihs stink. It's literally killing me," O'Farrell said immediately heading back to HQ.
"Tehama! Did you find any clues?" Vallejo asked walking up to her while holding ihs cocoa cup. This time he really hoped that they would find some kind of leads.
"I don't know because I just barely started," Tehama replied opening and looking inside the locker. She was just as hopeful they would find something to help them.
"Allow me to help you since O'Farrell's not going to," a voice from behind Tehama and Vallejo.
Tehama turned and found that Ingrid was standing behind her. Tehama's eyes followed Ingrid as she walked over to the locker, then got on her hands and knees. She really wanted to help find a lead this time and Ingrid knew that this was her chance.
Ingrid started looking though the first locker while Tehama went to search the second one. The investigation wouldn't take as much time with the two of them on it.
"The stink-bomb definitely started here," Ingrid said after opening the locker. The remains of the stink bomb were all over the inside of the locker.
The stench was about five times stronger than anywhere else in the halls. It wasn't much, but at least it was one of the few clues they were getting out of this. They needed to make due with the few they gathered.
"Hey Tehama, I think we're going to need gloves. These books and stuff are literally covered," Ingrid said looking in her direction. Ingird found Tehama giving Ingrid some gloves.
"I always carry extra," Tehama said as she put them on and continued searching.
Ingrid put her gloves on and then went back to searching through the locker too. "Books, jackets, an abundant amount of paper--" Ingrid muttered as she searched thorugh everything. This locker was packed with alot of things.
Other than the bomb, everything else inside the locker seemed to be ordinary, everyday items. However that didn't stop Ingird from sorting through everything there.
"Nothing?" Tehama asked after they searched a long time.
"Nope. Everything seemed to be in orde--" Ingrid didn't finish her sentence because she pulled a note from the jacket and started reading it. After a few minutes Ingrid gaves Tahama the note she'd found and sad "Tehama check it,".
Wayne and Vallejo edged in to find out what it said, however they couldn't see it.
"Well?" Vallejo asked leaning closer to Tehama and Ingrid.
"It says, Any moron can break out of detention," Tehama read aloud.
Everyone went quiet. They all knew it had to be from Fillmore. He was the only one in detention at the time and it had to be his doing.
"Fillmore!" Wayne and Ingrid said at the same time.They raced to the detention all where they found the guy standing in front of the door as usual. All they would have to do was show them their badges and he would allow them to go through.
When they got up to the guy they noticed he was dressed like MIB{Men In Black}. What the heck was up with this person? Was he an MIB fan that had gone too far?
They stopped at the door. The guy slid his glasses down his nose to reveal his eyes. "Yes?" he asked in a deep voice. Ingrid and Wayne held up their badges. The guy stared at them for a second and then asked "Let me see your ID's,"
Something must have been going on that day, because usually they only had to show their badges to get into detention.
"Our badges aren't proof enough?" Wayne asked sounding a little annoyed. At his school everyone knew them and they didn't have to show their badges. He just walked into detention at any time of the day.
"Sorry it's required that we ask for it," The man asked eyeing Wayne closely.
Wayne and Ingrid held up their ID's and he opened the door. When they entred the room they immediately could see that Fillmore wasn't here. The man followed beind them.
The teacher was sitting at her desk, reading a book. She must have been very obsorbed into the book, because she didn't even hear them enter the room. When Ingrid and Wayne approached the desk, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Hello how may I help you," she asked in a sweet voice.
"Where is Fillmore?" Ingrid asked.
The teacher's smile disappeard and looked up at the desk. "Oh my. Fillmore's gone! I didn't even hear him leave or anything," She said frantically standing up. She couln't believe that Fillmore had gotten past her.
"He didn't come out the front door," The MIB guy said looking back at the teacher.
"Fillmore's on the loose again? Principal Folsom isn't going to like this," Vallejo replied. This situation would probably anger Folsom even more.
"You're right. I don't like this at all," They heard Folsom's voice behind them, making everyone turn around. "I want Fillmore located and this time, bring him to me instead of taking him to detention. I'm going to deal with the little trouble-maker personally," Folsom barked.
"Raycliff get me Fillmore's file and make sure to have it on hand at all times," Folsom ordered. Raycliff nods. He will be sure to put that on his "to do" list.
Fillmore had cause more than his share of chaos around the school and it was time for it to end here.
"We will find Fillmore and his gang. We'll bring them all down," Ingrid promised.
Principal Folsom rubbed her forehead. Her headache still lingered and she was getting sick of it. She had a feeling it was because of all the stress Fillmore and that gang of his were putting her through.
In order for her headache to go away, Fillmore needed to be caught and brought in. she wasn't sure how long that would take for them to accomplish this, so she would have to deal with the headache until then.
Folsom leaned forward. "The one who will be held accountable if Fillmore isn't captured soon, is you Vallejo. I'll allow you to take the fall if that happens," Folsom said.
Vallejo sighs. "Yes, ma'am" he replies in his normal tone. Now they absolutely had to find and bust Fillmore. The future of the Safety Patrol and their badges depended on it. This case really rested in Wayne and Ingrid's hands.
"You know, the Safety Patrol HQ would make a perfect conference room with breakfast," Folsom said walking out the door and RayCliff following.
Could these two capture Fillmore again? Vallejo believed in the schools best officers to get the job done. They would never let him or the rest of the school down!
With Fillmore once again back out on the streets, people's lives were endangered. It was their job to protect the innocent and that's exactly what they planned to do.Who knows what other bystanders were going to be hurt while he was on the loose.
"Ingrid check this. It looks like someone went through the vent," Wayne said walking over to the vent and starting to inspect it. The vent was right on the floor, so Fillmore easily could have crawled out.
"It looks like that's the way Fillmore went," Ingrid said shaking her head.
". . . the only problem is, how on earth could he have opened the door and crawled in without the teacher seeing or hearing him? The doors are screwed on tightly and it would have taken tools to get that thing open. That would make at least a little noise," Wayne replied.
Ingrid nodded. "Yes It would," she answered as she knelt down beside him. The MIB agent walked up to the vent and nodded. He seemed to also agree with them on this.
"I think the only way we can find him is if we get our hands on the blue prints of the schools ventelation system. We need to find out how far it goes and were it ends before we can do anything," the MIB guy said.
The teacher had joined them at the vent and seemed to be inspecting it also. She really seemed surprised to know that Fillmore had gotten out of here so quietly, using the vents. Fillmore was more clever than she thought he was.
All the years she'd been here, she'd delt with a bunch of kids that were just like Fillmore. They were pests to teachers and other adults! The worst thing about kids she'd delt with in detention is that you could never trust them. All of them we're bad apples.
The kids in detention would always turn against you, some of them would try and act really nicely towards you, with some kind of prank in mind for you. She'd been tricked so many times, she didn't know if there were any kids out there that wouldn't trick her any more.
She watched as Ingrid and Wayne tried to figure this out for themselves. She had to admit that the kids of the Safety Patrol, Principal Folsom, Raycliff and the other teachers were about the only people you could actually trust around here.
"You know you remind me of when I went to this school and when I was a Safety Patroller." She said smiling at Wayne and Ingrid. She started also to remember her partner she had when she was a Safety Patroller.
"I remember all the cases my partner and I went through. The kids that were criminals were absolutely horrible. However they were nothing like the kids are today! The kids today are real criminals and they are more clever than the ones back in my day," the teacher continued.
"Of course back in my day, X Middle School was totally different. We didn't have all the fancy gadgets that you Safety Patrollers have today! We had to track down the criminals the old fasioned way!" The teached continued.
"We actually had to track the criminals! No like today! You kids have it easy these days. Parents actually raised us up right! We didn't have the delinquents like today," The teacher continued.
". . . and everyone knew their place. Well, for the most part. When we misbehaved, we have harder consequenced too! We got paddled and then our parents were called. When we got home we were lucky if we just got yelled at."
The teacher continued talking while Wayne and Ingrid nodded, trying to pay attention to the teacher. Wayne elbowed Ingrid.
"We don't have time for this. We need to go searching for Fillmore before the trail goes cold," Wayne whispered. Ingrid agreed with him, but how were they going to get out of here without being rude towards the teacher?
". . . . We had a much stricter principal who really knew his stuff. He wouldn't take any nonsense from the kids at this school. Nope, it's not like today! The principal doesn't punish those who back-talk her. I mean in my day the principal wouldn't put up with that! Nope! You'd be lucky if you got a detention." The teacher still continued.
Ingrid noticed how the MIB agent rolled his eyes and put his glasses back to hide his eyes. He didn't seem to be enjoying this either. This teacher kept going on and on about her school days, was she ever going to stop?
The teacher stopped talking, but only long enough to sip her coke on top of her desk. She turned to the three of them again. ". . . . The parents are worse than they were when we were kids also. I mean the parents let the kids get away with whatever they want. Our parents never did that! That's the reason the kids of today are so spoiled rotten...." She continued.
Ingrid turned around to the ventilation shaft and continued examining it while listening to the teacher. Wayne knelt beside her and helped search it.
". . . .That's why the kids of today can't behave right and when they get out into the real world they aren't prepared for what awaits them. You know what I mean?" The teacher asked.
"Yes." the MIB agent replied.
The teacher turned to the MIB agent. She really wasn't talking to him, but at least the agent was listening to her, right? He was kind of cute in that black suit and his glasses too. She couldn't stop from staring into his dark blue eyes.
If she were a few years young she'd surely ask this guy out on a date or something. But she figured that a guy like him, wouldn't want to go out with her.
". . . .anyway. . . "She continued making the MIB agent sigh exasperated. she continued on and on until the three of them though they would go insane!
To Be Continued
a/n: I just checked at one of the official Fillmore websites and I discovered that I was spelling "Leggett" wrong. Ooopes! I guess you guys were right.I want to thank u Sarah Carlson and Maryll!! :) It took a little work to find the website to correct my spelling. Now I wonder if they have Ingrid's and Fillmore's parents names. Do they just call their parents Mr/Mrs. Third? Never mind about that question. Anyway, I hope UR still enjoying this story!
I HAVE NEWS!!!! There is an update on the Fillmore series!!!! There is a letter from the creator and from Disney!! There aren't going to be any new episodes but they are thinking of making a DVD box set of Fillmore some times!
hey! They even reveal Vallejo's first name. {if ya'll don't already know it.} It's Horatio!
OH! HEY VICKI AND TEAZER!!!: I can help finally put an end to the disussion about Ingrid's hair! Look check this out!!!
8. Regarding character design: the white streaks in Ingrid's hair,
lighting or dyed? and Anza's jacket, why does he never take it off?
Ingrid's white streaks on her hair...They're supposed to be
highlights, like 'anime', as if her hair was so shiny it was a reflection.
you guys really gotta check this stuff out!!!! This is totally cool!