What happened next wasn’t in HQ’s original plan.
She slammed a notebook on the lab table. “It’s a lockdown. Someone in this school took it. Chris, you’re with me.” school days hq cg 19
“Not bad, Headquarters,” CG said.
Maya—known to everyone as “HQ” because she ran the student council like a five-star general—had a problem. The annual inter-school quiz trophy had been stolen from the display case. Without it, the farewell assembly would be a disaster. And HQ did not do disasters. What happened next wasn’t in HQ’s original plan
“There,” CG whispered, nodding toward a nervous sophomore near the gym. “He keeps glancing at the old storage closet. Not the trophy case. The closet.” you’re with me.” “Not bad
HQ’s face softened. “It’s Rahul. The quiet kid from 12-C. He failed his prelims. His parents…”