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.”We laughed, but Maggie rolled her eyes.“You guys… It’s probably just some speaker for the freshman, about not doing drugs or something like that.”“I don’t think so,” I said as we stopped at my locker.“There were two Russian flags on the hood of the limo.I think it’s the Russian Embassy.”“The Russian Embassy? Here? Then they had a loooong ride,” Sadie said while checking her hair in my locker mirror, “I mean, it’s not exactly a trip to the 7-11, coming here from Washington, D.C.”Maggie informed us that there was more than one Russian embassy in the country; there were four, in fact, and the closest to us was in New York.That was just the sort of obscure fact Maggie would just happen to know.But I wasn’t listening; I was having a brainstorm.“Wait a minute,” I said, “didn’t Andy Marison go to Russia with his family this summer?” Sadie and Maggie looked up with wide eyes.“You don’t think…?”“He couldn’t have done anything that--”“This is Andy Marison, guys!” I said.“The same guy who thought it would be funny to stack all the chairs in the hallway so that people couldn’t get by.The guy who let a pet pig loose through the halls the day the School Superintendent came.Trust me, he probably swiped the Romanov jewels from the Kremlin or something.”Maggie and Sadie were looking down, most likely because I was probably making a spectacle of myself.Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.I felt a lump form in my throat as I turned around, suddenly remembering who my locker buddy was.“I didn’t swipe anything in Russia,” Andy Marison said, looking down from his six-foot-four height to my five-foot-eight.“Well I… I didn’t… It wasn’t like I…”"All we did was sight-seeing.And besides…” He slammed his locker shut.“If I had done something like that, don’t you think I would have bragged about it?” He turned on his heels and walked away.I took a deep breath and twisted back around to see Maggie and Sadie stifling their laughter as best as they could.“Can we just go to class?” I sighed as I rushed past them.We made it to Math just as the bell rang.“Today we will be learning about irrational numbers,” Ms.Tawny began as we took our seats next to the window.I felt relief as I sank into my chair.Math was one of the few classes where I was able to relax.And considering my little scene with Mr.Numeros, I needed it.“Now the first thing you need to know…”Ms.Tawny was cut off by the announcement bell, which caught us all off-guard.No one made P.A.announcements during class; they always came during lunch, or right before the end-of-class bell.Nevertheless the bell rang and the familiar sound of the school administrator came on.“Excuse the interruption, but can Anya Alexandrova please come to the office.That is all.”Click.I felt my face flush as I got up and made my way to the door.As I left the classroom I could hear some Ohhhhh’s and the mumbles of my classmates, dying to know what I had done.I also was dying to know what I had done.I couldn’t have done anything to warrant a trip to the principal’s office.We had only been in school for a month, and I was late a few times, but I normally gave myself until Christmas before getting a detention.When I arrived at the main office, the administrator and secretaries all fell silent in a way that really made me panic.Their eyes seemed to widen as I looked back at them, but then they suddenly looked down.Without a word, the administrator led me to the principal’s office and opened the door, closing it behind me.Then things got weirder.All of the shades were down and I could only see dim shadows lurking in the office.Then someone switched on a desk light.I looked around in shock at the sight before me.Directly facing me were three men dressed in black suits.One looked fairly old, silver-haired and balding towards the front.He wore glasses which seemed to hide the wrinkles behind them, but only slightly.I noticed him first because he looked up at me with eyes full of anticipation, or perhaps with a slight bit of anxiety.He began to drum his fingers on the table as I looked around some more.The second man next to him had greased-back black hair that matched his overly generous mustache.He had to be around forty.I recognized him immediately as the man from the news last night.His brown eyes were transfixed on me and I thought I saw a smile (or was it a smirk?) dance on his lips, but it was strategically hidden under his hefty mustache.I tried to ignore it as I looked at the third man.He was clearly younger than the other two men--I guessed maybe eighteen or nineteen.His blond hair was slightly disheveled, or maybe it was a carefully styled look that hadn’t made it to Littleton yet.His green eyes were accentuated by the emerald-colored tie he was wearing, but as I looked into them, they seemed to be wary, if not fearful.When I caught his eye, he quickly looked down.Sitting next to him was Linda, and I hadn’t even recognized her at first.She looked completely different than she had at breakfast just a few hours earlier.She wasn’t wearing her usual jeans, baggy tee-shirt, and crocs, with her hair all messy
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