A Sinister Evacuation

Rae gripped the handlebars as if her life depended on it as Vi-scooter bumped down the stairs to the first floor. Someone yelled, “Hey!”

Rae chanced a look over her shoulder. It was the principal, and he looked mad. “Oh, I am so busted.”

Violet snorted. “Only if you ever come back. Do you think that’s likely at this point?” She crashed through the back door, not bothering to open it first. Rae yelped. “And I think we’ve got bigger problems right now,” Violet continued, pulling up at the corner of the building. “Look!”

Black and white police cars and red fire trucks had pulled up in front of the school, and uniformed emergency workers were herding kids into school buses in an orderly fashion. “Wow, they got here fast,” Rae said.

“Yeah. So fast they didn’t remember to cover all the little details,” Violet said.

Rae blinked. “What?”

“Brompton Valley fire trucks are banana yellow, remember?”

Rae stared. “You mean…”

“Yeah.” Violet growled. “Marauders. I think we just did their dirty work for them.”

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