CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“What …” I looked at Mom and Dad. “What is going on? What happened?”
“We don’t know,” said Mom as Dad took the tablet back over to himself. She ran a hand through her hair. “When I was making our coffee, Jackson turned on his tablet to watch the news, but then we saw the report about the attack on your school and we started watching.”
“From what the reporters have said, Fro-Zen attacked the high school earlier this morning,” said Dad. He sounded calmer than Mom, although it was obvious that Fro-Zen’s attack on my school had rattled him as well. “At first, the police thought no one else was inside, but then they got a phone call from Fro-Zen who told them that he had dozens of students and faculty members hostage. I don’t know what they were doing there so early, thou
