“Hi Olive, we’ve been waiting for you. Have a seat here toward the front of the room,” Mr. Sweirkowski, the teacher s***h overseer of the yearbook club said, motioning for Olive to sit in a specific chair. The same thing happened when Nick walked in.
“What is going on?” Nick asked Olive.
“I don't know. Your guess is as good as mine.”
Dean was standing next to Principal Dewey, and they both had big smiles across their faces. It appeared as if the principal was introducing Dean to the woman next to him.
Everyone waited around for a few minutes, Dean stuck his head out the door and told Amber it was time to start. She had her arms crossed over her chest and a sly smile spread its way from one cheek to the other. Olive thought she looked like an evil imp.
“Ok class, today is a special day
