Chapter 22

??I??m sorry,?? Whitney lied. Well, the part of her that was Whitney was sorry, and sorry he??d lost all his friends, but the part of her that was the burgeoning male-she-should-be, Dusty, was not sorry in the least. It was hard to subdue that part of her when she wanted to free him, to be him, at all costs. She wasn??t even really sure she liked him, though when he was present, all she could feel was a wholeness, a wholeness that was full of joy.

A few minutes later the auditorium door opened and some firemen and the principal walked in. ??Ahem!?? shouted the principal. ??May I have your attention.??

Ms. Wickers let out a bellow. ??Incoming! Heads up! And not up your asses!?? Just like the drill sergeant she had once been.

Mouths gaped and heads turned. One of the firemen called out, ??We haven??t been able to find anyone yet. Someone told us there were six boys in there? I??d like to talk to him again and confirm their names.??