Finding Cassie Crazy (40 page)

That's right, Em. None of us can figure it out.

Hey Em, it's lunchtime and I've been trying to call you on your mobile but no answer. Where are you? Give us a call, eh? I've got some interesting information. Very hungry so have to leave computer room now.

Tell us what your interesting information is!

Here at Ashbury, developments have continued all day. You Brookfielders have such mendacity! As you might know, the Ashbury Show Pony Club trains at the field next door to Brookfield on Tuesdays—and they have just returned to school, their faces ashtrays—because Brookfielders shouted insults (more than usual) and frightened their horses! Also, Lyd just heard that Brookfielders crept into our school grounds through the reserve at recess and put purple dye in our swimming pool! All this as revenge for some graffiti over the weekend? It is overcompensating!! It boils my blood a bit but is very exciting and who knows what will happen next!! Will Ashbury reciprocate?! I hope so!

Love
Emily

PS Sorry about my phone. Frau McAllister confiscated it after I called you on Monday to get your email address. (How did she know I wasn't speaking to someone in Deutschland?) Why do phones have to be outlawed during school hours anyway? It's a nuisance as I have to keep slipping out of class to email you, which is detrimental to my education.

     
Day 3—Wednesday

Hey Em, sorry about your boiling blood.

The information was this: I've had a word with my contact in the principal's office (the school secretary). And she tells me something unexpected. She tells me this: they
think that the weekend graffiti artists had
help from the inside
.

See, there were no broken locks, windows etc at Brookfield: someone just walked into the classrooms and painted their
messages on the walls. So it's assumed that someone at our school let the Ashbury kids in—maybe someone doing music or drama practice there over the weekend.

That's why they've cancelled communication between our schools. They think it must have started with the Pen Pal Project. Seeing as there was never a single word spoken between Brookfield and Ashbury until letters started flying.

Charlie

Hey Charlo, good police work re the inside job. You should give Lyd a call some time—she recruits detectives like you. Meantime, I'll keep an eye out for who the Brookfield traitor might be.

Hey girls, someone from your school must've rigged up the PA system last night so it keeps blasting out mixes of the Ashbury school anthem every ten minutes. They've added techno, jazz and hip hop beats to the song to make it more entertaining. Nice distraction, & it's pissing a lot of people off. Is this the work of friends of yours, girls?

I only have two minutes but, I have to say, I don't have a clue who would blast different ‘mixes' of the Ashbury school song into your corridors. It would need to be someone with audio looping software, wouldn't it? And what is audio looping software? Any ideas, Lyd and Cass?

     
Day 4—Thursday

Ashbury sux. Ashbury sux. Ashbury sux. Ashbury sux.

Ashbury sux. Ashbury sux. Ashbury sux. Ashbury sux.

Ashbury sux. Ashbury sux. Ashbury sux.

Click on the attachment for a LARF.

What makes you say that, Em? And why so many times?

I hear there's a meeting at your school tomorrow night, to solve all the world's problems. Are you going?

SORRY. It was a virus!!! It is believed to be yet another invidious attack by BROOKFIELD upon our school. I have now told everyone in my address book that Ashbury sux. My father was especially distressed to hear this, as he pays good money to send me here.

I doubt we'll go to the meeting tomorrow night, as it has really got nothing to do with us, this battle. Anyhow, it's lunchtime now and we're just leaving the school to go to the movies as we usually do on Thursdays. Those two are at
the door of the library waiting for me and that's loyalty for you. (Me, I mean, not them, b/c I'm writing to you even tho they're waiting.)

Love
Emily

     
Day 5—Friday