The following morning, I run into Vern as I’m coming out of my room. We didn’t get a chance to discuss what we had seen last night. We were both worried about the possibility of Isabel still lurking around in the halls, so I suggested we went to our rooms one at a time instead of together.
Vern glances down the hall. “So, last night,” she begins.
I lean in closer to her. “What do you think she was doing?”
“Scheming, probably.”
“Scheming?” I question. She nods but doesn’t explain. “Vern?”
“Hm?”
“What is she planning?”
“Oh, uh, I don’t know.” She gives a sympathetic smile. “Sorry.”
I shake my head. “It’s not your fault.” I snort. “How would you know what she’s planning anyways?”
She lifts a shoulder. “Yeah, but… I could always find out,” she says in a mischievous tone.
I shake my h
