Crime Pays
"I'm sorry, but this school does not tolerate violence," Mrs. Laster spoke firmly. She had led them to her office and they were all seated down on nice, expensive leather chairs.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Laster," Sadie said an apologetic look on her face. "I was the one who hit him."
"No I was," Alex said a look of concern on his face.
"We both did," Sadie said trying to get Alex to go along with the lie.
"Well then," Mrs. Laster said as she leaned her chin on the back side of her fingers and placed her elbows on her desk, her arms going up. "I think that ones week detention will be enough, but the next time there will be harsher punishment. Mr. Davenport, you and Miss Bullard will be with Mr. Robertson. You, Mr. Stewart will be with Mr. Lowery."
"What!? Me! I haven't done anything! It's that stupid Brit and that Southerner!" Cliff shouted in defense, wincing slightly from the pain of his broken nose. He had been sitting quietly with a smirk on his face—showing the satisfaction of what he had done—and a hand over his nose.
For the first time Alex really thought about what Cliff had said. Sadie had a real Southern accent. What state was she from?
"There will be no opposition Mr. Stewart," Mrs. Laster said aggravated. "You'll all straighten up or else you will not go to the STORM plant! Don't even think that I haven't heard about you and your little "jokes" Mr., because trust me I have been waiting for the moment I could take you down. Now all of you will report to those in charge of you tomorrow morning and you will take your classes today. Now go to class."
They all walked out of the door. Alex and Sadie were grinning at each other, one reason being because they both had taken the blame—now they had to work together—and another because they had gotten Cliff in trouble as well.
The rest of the day flew by. Alex found out that he didn't have every class with Sadie—she was on the advanced schedule—so he spent most of the day getting to know Derrick, who was in all of his classes. He got in his room after supper and sat there thinking about the day. Tomorrow he would have to meet with Mr. Robertson. Everyone said that he was the nicest man at the school, so it couldn't be that bad. He slowly drifted off to sleep. This was the best mission he had ever been sent on; he had even forgotten that it was a mission.