(Exits, closing the library door behind him after one last look with his flashlight from the doorway.)
PETER: (Runs to door, opens it a crack to spy out.) What a principal! Doesn’t that guy ever
take a break?
WENDY: Mr. James has always been a winner.
PETER: I’m telling you. One of us has gotta go. It’s gonna be him or me.
WENDY: Why is he so mad at you?
PETER: Long story. You know, swordfights, narrow escapes, buried treasure. I won’t bore
you with the details.
WENDY: Let me guess. Playing hooky, skateboards in the hall, chewing gum under desks,
doesn’t approve of your family situation?
PETER: Guilty on all fronts. Although I got as much dirt on him as he’s got on me.
WENDY: Yeah, well, not like it’s a big secret or anything. Everyone knows he’s totally
hooked on something.
PETER: Alcohol, actually. But it get’s worse than that. The guy’s a full-blown pirate. He’s
got a website. You can get anything on there, test answers, essays . . . even takes bribes.
WENDY: Seriously? That’s insane. Why haven’t you done anything about it? I mean, this is
serious stuff.
PETER: Simple. It’s not my problem. Besides, as long as he knows I know, I got one up on
him. He’ll probably go ahead and keep me back a year. His way of intimidating me. I don’t
care. Graduating means getting older, growing up, moving on. Not my thing.
WENDY: Right, the whole staying-a-kid-forever thing. You’re so weird.
PETER: I do my best.
(Wendy sighs and shakes her head like a mother. Peter notices the Fairy Tales
book, still on the ground with a torn out page.)
Hey, wanna give Prince Charming another try?
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