CHAPTER TWO
The principal of Hazel Island Middle School wasn't an imposing man, but Mr. Foster had perfected the disappointed frown. And he was using it quite effectively on Aaron Morrison. Although Aaron hadn't been in grade school student in nearly twenty years, he still had to refrain from squirming in his seat.
His eleven-year-old nephew Logan wasn't fazed. He just kept swinging his feet and staring out the window, where other students were currently playing dodgeball.
Mr. Foster folded his hands. "There has been another incident," he intoned heavily. He looked toward Logan, and his expression seemed resigned. "In the cafeteria this time."
Considering there had already been three other incidents in the past two months, Aaron was grudgingly impressed with his nephew's ability to get
