Sully yelled over the commotion. “Keep your head down and follow me.” While the rest of the student body blindly collided into one another escaping a blanket of colored smoke, I scuttled to the basement with the Tribe. “We heard you burned your last school to the ground.” Sporkboy had Griz’s head tucked under his arm, and he was plucking tufts of fur off its face. “Sounds like a flat-out fib to me.…” “What? You think I made it up?” “What about stapling Pritchard’s hand to his desk?” Compass asked. “Are you gonna cop to that too—or is it just another tall tale?” “Yeah, I took Pritchard down.” Sully snorted. “Looked more like you lost your balance to me.” “Wait…that was you in the ceiling?” “Surprise.” “We are the eyes and ears of this place,” Peashooter said. “If anything happens, we’re there.” “Why?” I asked. “I mean…what are you guys doing here?” Fair question, right? “Take a look.” Peashooter craned his neck. “What do you see?”
