<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">N<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">AME</span>:</span> Jake Crow<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">R<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">OLE IN <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">S</span>CHOOL</span>:</span> Student<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">T<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">IME OF <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">D</span>AY</span>:</span> Evening<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">L<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">OCATION</span>:</span> Infirmary<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">T<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">AGGING</span>:</span> Samuel Ervin, Karen Schmidt, Jessica Reynolds<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br/>Jake just stood in awe at what was transpiring before him. All he could think was that at any moment, Professor Ervin’s fist was gonna fly just as Dean Shaw’s had at Jake, or worse... And that the girl on the table may be the only other one who knew what Jake knew.<br/>Jake felt the `black little flame’ flood back inside him, erradicating anything Miss Schmidt's hair tousle had erased before, except now it was the size of a campfire. A campfire without a proper pit. He tried to take a deep breath, but failed. He swallowed hard.<br/>Fortunately, Ervin excused himself, diffusing the item…but not the issue.<br/>He immediately turned back toward the girl, a little wide-eyed, held out a tentative hand and stated in a low voice, “Are you alright…”<br/></span></span></span></span>