Emmerson and Elara stepped out of the car at the high school. They could see signs to the administration building up a head.
"Okay," Elara said as she turned to Emmerson and rolled up his sleeves to his shirt, and then buttoned up her own shirt and tied up her hair.
"What are you doing now?" He sighed.
"They aren't going to just let us stroll in there and get the records. Your name is now Aaron, and I'm your younger sister of course. I'm the new substitute teacher, Ms Julie Straught who is from out of town and will be starting next week. And you have an interest in the receptionist."
"Where do you come up with this stuff?"
"They put it in their monthly newsletter, which you can download from their website, child's play."
"I'm going to say that my class files got corrupted, and I just
