By the time homeroom rolled around, Maddie’s stomach was growling. She was normally one to sneak a snack, but the whole superhero thing had her surrounded on all sides every time she had a free moment.
Maddie knew that something had just gone wrong, as the crowd around her shut up in unison, and a beat later scattered in all directions, leaping to their assigned seats. Turning, she saw Miss Meanor glaring at her and cringed. Time had taught her that being on the bad side of this particular teacher was a bad idea, not that she was a troublemaker by any means, just that she was perceptive enough to realize what was about to happen, if she didn’t throw some spin into play.
“Well hello Miss Meanor, boy am I glad to see you!”
Her homeroom teacher stared at her, nonplussed.
“Well,” she pressed on “I brought this in, and was hoping we could do a little show and tell.”
The teacher glanced at the scrapbook, and back to Maddie.
She scowled and held her hand out. “I’m going to have to look at it first.”
Beaming, Maddie closed it and placed it into the proffered hand, “Thank you!”
Returning to her desk, she dropped it in front of her and flipped it open. The color drained from her face, and she flipped through it faster until she suddenly stopped, leaped to her feet and clasped a hand over her mouth.
“Madison, are these…”
Maddie grinned, “yeah! They’re my parents!”
Miss Meanor dashed towards the door, but spun on her heel, snagged the scrapbook, and pointed to the class and shouted, “nobody move!” before disappearing into the hall.
Miss Meanor threw open the door and rushed into the principal’s office.
The principal, a middle aged woman with a severe appearance glanced up with a dangerous look, “Is something the matter, Dee?”
She nodded quickly, and shoved the book in front of her boss, pointing to the picture that had captured her attention.
“Madison Grey. She said it was her parents.”
“Does it matter?”
“No. Not really. I’ll take care of this. You get back to class,” she closed the book and passed it back to Dee, who scurried back to her classroom, slamming the door on her way out.
The principal picked up the phone and pressed a button.
“Edna? I need you to call in the parents of Madison Grey, 5th grade. Pronto.”
With a satisfied grunt, she hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair.
“After all these years…”