“Always remember, safety first.” Venus is waiting for me at the front door. “Excellent hat choice, Z. Molto retro.” Told Maddie the fedora wasn’t weird … but V and I agree the coat is another story. I’m swishing so loud I sound like our washing machine. The coat slows me down, but I do my best to keep up with Venus as we power walk to our lockers. Running in the hallways is not allowed at HST. That’s Rule #2. However, none of the teachers realizes that power walking is really slow running. Venus and I always get to our lockers faster than anyone else. Except today. The Bashleys are there first. Moltosuspicious, because usually they are in the girls’ bathroom combing their hair—which usually doesn’t have to be combed anyway. The Bashleys never have to wear hats. But as mysterious as The Bashleys not being in the bathroom is, here’s the real question: Why are people taking pictures of The Bashleys and their friends in front of our lockers? Before I can fully investigate, Mrs.
