CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
As soon as Rubberman and I passed through the doorway, the doors immediately slammed shut all on their own. Not only that, but the doors themselves disappeared, becoming part of the walls once again. That meant that there was no going back now. Either we beat Fro-Zen and saved the hostages or Fro-Zen killed us. Rubberman didn’t look afraid; however, he clearly had his guard up, his eyes scanning the school and its front steps carefully for Fro-Zen or any other dangers. I decided to follow his lead; however, I couldn’t shake the feeling of cold fear that ran down my spine, because I was remembering how outmatched I’d been against those two thugs before and I didn’t know how I’d survive a battle against Fro-Zen.
Harold Golden High looked like someone had left it inside
