Nothing.
I had searched all night and found nothing.
I swiped my hand across my face and glanced at the time on my phone, the screen glaring at me in the dark, windowless computer room—7:12 a.m. After grunting, I wiped my tired eyes again and turned back to the computer.
On any normal day, I’d be at school by now, swapping weed for money in the student parking lot—or occasionally the teacher’s lot too. I even had a f*****g meetup planned for this morning, but I was so f*****g close to figuring this s**t out. I’d stayed up all night.
Clicking through the contents and files that I had downloaded on a flash drive from Principal Vaughn’s computer, I opened another document that only had a couple words on it. There wasn’t even any high school academy s**t on his computer.
Just documents wi
