The Fourth Stall, Part 2
The Fourth Stall, Part 2
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The life of crime is good.Mac has taken down legendary high school crime boss Staples, business has been booming, and Mac and Vince are getting ready for middle school baseball tryouts. But this can’t last. Mac has always tried to keep his friends close and his enemies closer. But what happens when you can’t tell the difference?
This dilemma walks into the fourth stall in the form of Trixie Von Parkway—an eighth grader with a mean look and an even meaner predicament. The new science teacher is terrorizing her, and she needs Mac to get him off her back. Seems simple enough, but as Mac starts to dig deeper, he finds even more trouble brewing at his school, including a new administrator bent on destroying his business, and indications that Trixie isn’t who she claims to be. In the past, the worst thing that could have happened to Mac was that he might lose a little money, maybe catch a beating. In The Fourth Stall Part II, though, there’s going to be much more on the line than that.
kid told me he’d even heard that if you failed them, you could get held back a year instantly, just like that, no matter what your grades were. I now had offers on the table from over two dozen kids telling me that if I could make sure they passed, they’d pay me big bucks. There certainly seemed to be a lucrative side to these SMARTs, but messing with standardized tests was risky; it was something I’d never tried before. So I needed to know more about the SMARTs before I seriously considered all
the truth, then Kjelson had to be stopped. Nobody deserved that kind of teacher. Also, there was Vince’s new theory that perhaps Kjelson was somehow a part of all the school’s other problems as well, considering that they started up shortly after he started teaching here. I had to admit that there was at least a chance that Hannah was right about him. “Okay, deal. I’ll get him off your back. No more questions. No more lies, though, okay?” She nodded and smiled. Once again, like this morning in
tally. “I mean, if you add up all the offers we’ve gotten from kids who want help cheating on the SMARTs, then we’ll make over one thousand dollars! That’s more than we’ve ever made from one single operation, by a ton. Can you imagine?” Vince nodded. He knew it, too—that was a lot of bread. Plus, then we’d also have peace of mind knowing that our school would pass with flying colors, teachers and students would be happy, and so on. “Okay, sure, but that still doesn’t help us figure out how
keep secret from every adult around me, so it almost felt good to finally be done sneaking around. My dad glared at me. “We’re so disappointed in you,” he said. “I can’t believe you boys would do this,” my mom said. She looked destroyed. “That said,” my dad continued, “I’m very proud that you did the right thing in the end. That took a lot of guts, to own up to your mistakes.” I nodded, but he still hadn’t stopped giving me the old dagger eyes. That’s when I saw George headed our way. I
across the room as kids stood up. Clearly some of them knew who Dr. George was, and they knew his reputation. Some didn’t, but I had a feeling that we all would know him all too well soon enough. Other kids were murmuring about the SMARTs that Dr. George had talked about with so much pride on stage that you’d have thought the test was like his own flesh and blood—which knowing how dry Suits usually were, it was totally possible that Dr. George was made up of paper and documents and statistics as