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This place is crazy. They (I’m not exactly sure who “they” are, but that oaf of a dorm counselor I told you about is at the top of the list for sure) actually planted chewing tobacco in some kid’s bag so that they could expel him. And I thought all I’d have to put up with this year was a bunch of spoiled brats with platinum cards.
James, an evil stench is wafting through the air here at Wessex Academy, and it smells just like a conspiracy.
Alumni brat Sunday Winthrop and new student Fred Bushmill’s pranks lead to their uncovering a sinister blackmail ring—one that will stop at nothing to incriminate one of their friends.
I regret to inform you that I have expelled your son, Noah. This was not a decision that I made lightly. Indeed, it is particularly vexing to me, as you and your family have faithfully supported the Wessex Academy for so many years. Sadly, I had no choice. I don’t want to go into the sordid details on paper; suffice it to say that the incident involved one of our female faculty members, and that Noah’s behavior was inappropriate in the extreme.
Perhaps some kind of arrangement can be made, although I’m doubtful.
Again, my most sincere regrets.
Date: October 23
From: Headmaster Olsen
To: Pearson Ellis
Re: Winslow Ellis
Dear Mr. Ellis:
As you know, I’ve always held your son in the highest esteem. It pains me to have to inform you of his involvement in various illegal and immoral money-making schemes on the Wessex campus. Details attached.
Winslow is at a critical juncture in his education and can not afford any blemishes on his record. Toward that…[more]