It was Ms. Fitzhugh. She was walking fast.

A strange expression crossed the faces of the

students as they glanced toward the door and saw the principal go straight into the boys
restroom. The footsteps stopped. There was a deep, throaty sound difficult to describe. Then
came an eruption of shrill screaming and a rapid sound of heels. Moments later, Ms. Fitzhugh
emerged, her eyes wild. Screaming, she skidded in the hall and headed toward the office.