The Smoky Corridor

97

Kurt Snertz ran out of the janitor’s closet.

“You there!”

It was the new janitor, dressed like a golfer, and the blond history teacher, the one who was always busting Kurt’s chops.

“Have you seen Zack Jennings?” the janitor asked.

“Maybe.”

“Where is he?” asked the teacher.

“Why?”

“We have reason to believe,” said the janitor, “that Mr. Jennings brought his dog to school today.”

“Yeah. He did. Is he in trouble?”

“Big trouble,” said the teacher. “Detention hall for life!”

“Awesome. He went in there.” Kurt pointed toward the door he’d just come through. “There’s like this other room connected to the first room and then there’s this hole in the wall that leads to a—”

The teacher and the janitor didn’t wait to hear the rest.

They shoved open the closet door and, from the sound of it, knocked over a bunch of boxes and plastic jugs as they made their way to the room with the dirt floor.

Man, they must want to punish Jennings bad!