CHAPTER ONE

Ever notice how the principal’s office is the ugliest part of the whole school? It’s like a shrine to administrative power. You’ve got the row of file cabinets, the uncomfortable guest chairs, the unreadable diplomas hanging on the walls. The lights that make everybody look like they haven’t slept for two weeks. The window with a parking-lot view. And don’t forget the monster desk with the fake wood surface, straight from Office Max.

I’d had plenty of time to study my surroundings while Principal Juarez listened to himself talk. He was gravely disappointed with my behavior. What had I been thinking, falsely accusing a member of his staff in such a public way?

I liked that “his,” as if I’d intended to personally insult Juarez himself.

“It’s not a false accusation,” I said for about the twelfth time.

“That’s not what Ms. Opal says.” His face was red from the temper tantrum he’d just thrown. “She’s been a respected teacher at this school for eight years. And everyone knows that photos can be altered—and that you’re an expert at photography.”

“Right. Photography,” I said. “Not digital manipulation. You do get that those are two totally different things?”

“Watch your tone, Kai Tamura,” Juarez said. “You’re in a lot of trouble here.” He flexed his knuckles, which were beefy like the rest of him, and stared me down.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself that Juarez had nothing on me. Nothing. The only evidence—the photos—backed up my story one hundred percent.

“All I wanted to do was tell the truth about Ms. Opal,” I said.

“No, you wanted to humiliate her, destroy her career, and turn the entire community against her,” Juarez said. “If you’d just wanted to tell the truth, you could have brought those photos straight to me instead of posting them online.”

He kind of had a point there.

“I didn’t want it to get swept under the rug,” I said. Probably not the best response, given the way Juarez’s expression hardened.

“Mr. Tamura, you’ve never gotten into any serious trouble at this school. But your conduct in this matter is too serious to take lightly. As of today, you are suspended for the next week.”

Suspended?

I tried to process what I’d heard. A suspension would go on my permanent record. I was about to start applying to colleges, and every single one of them would see this black mark against me. Not only that, but my parents would probably disown me. A son of theirs, shamed before the entire school?

No. This was not good.

“Principal Juarez,” I began. “I don’t think this is fair, considering—”

“It wasn’t fair of you to treat Ms. Opal the way you did. But you’ve made your choices, and now you’ll face the consequences. You have parking privileges, is that correct? Your car is here today?”

I nodded.

“Well then, get your things and go home. I’ll see you a week from today at one o’clock in this office. Ms. Opal will be here as well, and you’d better be prepared with a sincere, detailed apology for what you’ve put her through.”

I tried again to protest, but Juarez cut me off.

“This is the part where you say ‘Yes, sir’ and get out of my office. I’ll be phoning your parents this evening to inform them of your suspension. You might want to prepare them.”

I muttered something that sounded like “yissr” and got out of there, still stunned. I hadn’t done anything wrong. Well, actually, I had. That just wasn’t what I’d been suspended for.