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Chapter 18
Later that day Zach was called into the principals’ office. He didn’t have to rack his brain too hard to guess what it was about. Mrs. Samuels sat behind a study mahogany desk that was sleekly polished but littered with half a dozen student files, a half-eaten sandwich and books. “Sorry,” she said after swallowing the last mouthful of her lunch. “Please take a seat.” Zach did so, smiling politely. “So, there was an altercation outside the front gates. I saw the entire thing through that window,” Mrs. Samuels pointed to the window on her left. It did indeed provide a bird’s eye view of the front gate. The office was perfectly placed to give a good view of most of the school, apart from the bike shed. ‘No wonder they all smoke there,’ Zach thought. ‘Kids aren’t stupid.’
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