On the list of things that I thought were going to happen that day, this ranked right after the Foo Fighters playing a concert in the cafeteria. It was obvious that everyone else in the school felt the same way. Kids were reveling in the news, not because they hated Katie and wanted to see her taken down but because it was the biggest event since Nikki Fingers landed in the Outs. I walked the hallways for an hour or so, feeling sick to my stomach, listening to the news bounce off the walls. As usual, most of the stories weren’t even half right. I didn’t intend to end up at Katie’s office, but apparently that’s where my feet directed me. The door was open a crack. I pushed it open wider, but only enough so I could slip in. There was someone sitting in Katie’s chair, but the back was turned to the door so I couldn’t see who it was. The chair started to swivel around. I tensed to jump, thinking it might be an assassin. It wasn’t. It was Melanie Kondo, Katie’s little sister.
