Vern came by my room right on time. I had swung open my bedroom door and she was already standing on the other side.
“It’s really weird how good your timing is,” I tell her.
“I’m very excited,” she answers.
I step out into the hall, gently closing the door behind me. “Ready?”
She nods. “Let’s do this.”
I tip-toe quietly behind her as she leads us down the hall towards Rebecca’s office. The both of us glance around every now and again, making sure no one was following us. We’re about halfway there when Vern suddenly stops and turns.
“Why are you walking like that?”
“Like what?” I ask, thoroughly confused.
“Like you’re some character from Scooby-Doo.”
“I’m just trying to be quiet.”
“You’re not wear shoes, right?” She looks down at my sock clad feet, answering her own question. “Yea
