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âMadison MacDonald?â Stephanie asked.
âUm, yes,â I said, beginning to get nervous. Unlike Schuyler and Turtell, I was almost never in the office, and I preferred to keep it that way.
âJust a second, Miss Watson,â Stephanie said to Schuyler. âAll the locker combinations have been stored in a secure database on Dr. Trentâs computer. Weâve had some problems with locker thefts.â As she said this, she glared at Turtell, who frowned right back. âDonât go anywhere, Madison,â she added to me as she disappeared into Dr. Trentâs office.
Schuyler turned to me, eyes wide. âWhatâd you do?â
âRun for it, dude,â Turtell advised. âDonât look back.â
âI didnât do anything,â I said, wracking my brain for any violation of school policies I may have accidentally committed. But then I realized it probably was something to do with student government. Due to Connor Atkinsâs recount issues, I hadnât been at the initial meeting with the other officers. Dr. Trent just probably wanted to welcome me formally or something.
âHere you go,â Stephanie said, returning and handing Schuyler a piece of paper. âPlease keep track of it this time.â
âI will,â Schuyler promised. I saw her eyes dart up to the clock above Stephanieâs desk. âUm, is there any way you could write me a pass for class?â
âShy,â I said quickly, hoping to get some info before she had to leave, âwhat did you mean before ââ
âMadison MacDonald!â Dr. Trent stuck his head out of his office and motioned at me. âWould you mind coming in here, please?â He pointed at Turtell. âIâll deal with you in a moment, young man.â
âBut I was here first!â Turtell protested.
âMadison,â Dr. Trent said again, and disappeared into his office.
I waved goodbye to Schuyler and followed. Iâd only been in Dr. Trentâs office one other time, due to a misunderstanding freshman year when Iâd been assigned Boysâ PE (stupid gender-neutral name) and refused, for obvious reasons, to go. Little seemed to have changed in two years; it was still stark and intimidating. However, there were now several framed inspirational posters of soaring eagles that said things like Why run when you can fly?
Which didnât really make any sense to me at all. Unless it was an inspirational poster for actual eagles.
I took the seat in front of the desk and looked across at Dr. Trent, who steepled his fingers and frowned at me.
âI have an open,â I said, to fill the silence. âIâm not cutting or anything.â
âMiss MacDonald,â he said, pulling a file out from under his desk, âIâm afraid that a certainâ¦matter has come to my attention.â
âOkay,â I said, beginning to doubt that he was now going to welcome me warmly into the PHS student government family.
He opened the file and I saw, to my horror, a printout of my hacked profile, in all its misspelled glory.
âHowâ¦how did you get that?â I choked out.
âYouâre aware, of course, that all Putnam High students belonging to this social networking site have to âbuddyâ the profile of Putnam High School?â
Faint, faint bells were ringing from when I joined Friendverse. I remembered getting the bulletin from the school, which stated that all students had to approve the invite from the incredibly lame PHS profile. Apparently, it was to prevent students cheating and posting tests. But I hadnât been doing anything like that.
âYes,â I replied slowly.
âWell,â Dr. Trent said, flipping through the pages of my profile, âyour particular profile has recently been⦠brought to my attention.â
âWait,â I said quickly. âMy profile was hacked while I was away on spring