1. This fanfic contains stories about weight gain and uses some foul language If this does not strike your fancy, it is not a recommended read.

2. All-Time High is about the daily lives of residents in Calorie Estates as they attend the town's main school known as All-Time High, which has very different rules compared to typical schools.

Last time...

        "I'm worried that it really is Kelly. She didn't take the election loss very well at all. She's also always had a grudge against the boys and the school entirely. I just hope I'm wrong and she's not responsible," admitted Persephone.

        "So, have any of you found evidence?" asked Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "The posters are the biggest evidence we have, but also Kelly's parents. They seem to have helped her create this retaliation. The poster is entirely about how Kelly was wrongly not chosen as the winner. Seems pretty clear-cut to me," explained Marcus.

        "Good work, students. Kelly will get a rude awakening," stated Mrs. Weighsaton. [At Kelly's house...]

        "Kelly, there's someone on the phone. It's someone named Mrs. Weighsaton," called Margret.

        "Ugh. I bet I know what this is about," remarked Kelly.

        "It could be good news," assured Margret.

        "Hardly likely, mom," retorted Kelly.

        "Kelly, this is Mrs. Weighsaton. You're going to spend summer school in the class room and retake the entire year over. You were absent too often and caused a huge stir with the posters. I'll see you in summer school," stated Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "LIKE H*LL YOU WILL! I'm not setting foot in that school ever again! You can take the entire school and its pervs and shove it where the sun doesn't shine. Go take a hike!" shouted Kelly before hanging up.

        "That'll show her," commended Montana.

        "So where will we send her if not to All-Time High? questioned Margret.

        "The only other one in town is Lower Raise Academy. It's a pretty inexpensive school to go to, and I'm sure it has a better atmosphere," noted Montana.

        "It'd better be. That's the same school that whale Persephone went to before she came to All-Time high," muttered Kelly.

        "Plus you'll probably be less angry and become a better person. We'll make arrangements to see the school tomorrow," added Margret.

        "Goodbye, All-Time High, and good riddance," thought Kelly.

        "It's time to finish what someone started. There will be no second chances for whomever is responsible for this dastardly deed. Students, I'd like you all to find as much info about the posters as you can and report back to me in an hour. We need to make sure we have the right mastermind to lock up for good," announced Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I'm worried that it really is Kelly. She didn't take the election loss very well at all. She's also always had a grudge against the boys and the school entirely. I just hope I'm wrong and she's not responsible," admitted Persephone.

        "I know what you mean, Persephone. As much as I hate, Kelly, it'd truly be a surprise that she's responsible. Seems rather excessive given she seemed to be calmer earlier in the school year. Do you think she could've had any accomplices?" replied Marcus.

        "Kelly probably wouldn't have had the brain power to do this herself. Let's look at the posters and see," noted Kyle. [Outside...]

        "Here's one of them. Sure looks like Kelly. Says she was robbed of victory in the election, which we know isn't true. I'll admit I didn't think I won that with all my nerves, but clearly most of the class disagreed. I've never seen anyone take a loss this hard," remarked Persephone.

        "There's no indication of anyone else, but I doubt it was just Kelly behind this. Her parents were here too so I'd bet one or even both of them helped her," suggested Kyle before they head back inside.

        "Looks like we have more evidence from inside the school too. Look at all the posters on the walls. They're everywhere. Talk about an inside job," continued Marcus.

        "I'm surprised no one saw them on the way in. I guess just going to the school is enough of a distraction from reality," recalled Kyle.

        "So, have any of you found evidence?" asked Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "The posters are the biggest evidence we have, but also Kelly's parents. They seem to have helped her create this retaliation. The poster is entirely about how Kelly was wrongly not chosen as the winner. Seems pretty clear-cut to me," explained Marcus.

        "Good work, students. Kelly will get a rude awakening," stated Mrs. Weighsaton.

To be continued....

        "Dad, there's more evidence of bad behavior at the school. I lost the election for class president. I think I was robbed," protested Kelly.

        "How can you be sure? What went on during the debates?" asked Montana.

        "People said it was 'a close race', but there was clearly favoritism towards my opponent based on her looks. She's the one the pervs love and I doubt she's going to promise anything. She was pretty bad during speeches and whatnot. Clearly she was also chosen because everyone else felt bad about her and didn't want her to lose," explained Kelly.

        "I think you're overreacting and not accepting defeat properly. I don't know who this individual is or why you feel it necessary to talk her that way, but I don't think she's as bad as you're making it out to be," corrected Montana.

        "Seriously, dad? You and I were on the same page at the beginning of the school year and now you're turning on me because of some sh*tty election that I was wrongly not voted the winner?" yelled Kelly.

        "Honey, relax. I was only joking. I understand your concern and feel the same way. We'll just make posters and put them up all over town. People will stay away and the school will be shut down. No one will rob my daughter of the prize she deserves," assured Montana.

        "That's more like it. All-Time High, prepare to take the ultimate fall," smirked Kelly. [Later that day...]

        "All set?" asked Montana.

        "Posters stacked high. This school won't know what to do with all of it, nor will they know who's responsible," replied Kelly. [The next day...]

        "Where's Kelly?" She's been absent quite a few times this year. I wonder if she's sick? questioned Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Maybe she's given up coming here? She was always griping about how much she hated the school," suggested Marcus.

        "There were also posters posted all over Calorie Estates. It's like someone started a smear campaign," agreed Samantha.

        "Well I won't stand for this. If Kelly is responsible, she'll be paying with her removal of graduation, regardless of final grades. She'll spend 3 months in summer school instead," announced Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Students. It's time to reveal the class president here at All-Time High. It was a close race with both sides giving their all, but as you know, only one can be class president. That president is.....Persephone," announced Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Oh come on. That's total favoritism. She only won because the votes were skewed in favor of her large frame. It had nothing to do with her goals. She couldn't even speak properly. She was stuttering the entire time she was up there," protested Kelly.

        "I didn't stutter that much, Kelly. I was a bit nervous, but anyone would be under those conditions. People loved what I had agreed to do more than you. Don't be sour about it," replied Persephone.

        "Yeah. I thought it was a pretty close race. You just need to work harder next time," agreed Marcus.

        "What do you know? You two were on Persephone's side," questioned Kelly.

        "That's enough bickering for one day. The results are final. We can expect Persephone to make good on her promises in due time and we'll do our best to accommodate her as a result. As the new class president, Persephone, you have a big responsibility. Of course, your promises are your top priority, but you'll be faced with tough questions as they arise, maybe with little or no advanced warning. Are you prepared to face them?" interrupted Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Of course, Mrs. Weighsaton," nodded Persephone.

        "As for Marcus and Kyle, you are helping Persephone the best you can, and that does not mean gazing at her every second," continued Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "It's for a good cause," added Marcus.

        "You're right, Marcus," stated Kyle.

        "I still say there's been foul play," muttered Kelly.

        "So when are my decisions to be made?" asked Persephone.

        "It depends on the situation. An urgent situation requires immediate action whereas something minor could be acted upon days or even weeks later. Just use your best judgment and come up with a list of things to do," explained Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I won't let anyone down. You can all count on me to be the best class president of All-Time High," declared Persephone.

Last time...

        "Welcome to All-Time High's first-ever debate, and first ever race for class president. It's time to address the future of the school and our two candidates are going to try and fill in those cracks that could otherwise cause problems down the road. The first question for our candidates is: What would you do as class president?" stated Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Oh gosh. This is a tough one. Um......I would allow for better school cafeteria food and recess outside. The food isn't as bad as it could be, but I think we need some variety with what is offered. Recess is too short. 15 minutes is barely enough time to play," explained Persephone.

        "This is shaping up to be quite the race. I wonder which one will pull it off in the end?" questioned Kyle.

        "Question number two. What do you like the most about our school?" questioned Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I like that it tries to be different than what is typical for a school like having learning be fun," admitted Persephone.

        "I like the variety of the classes. We don't have the same classes every day so people can get a break from classes they don't like as much," stated Samantha.

        "Last question. How do you intend on making your promises come to fruition?" continued Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I know it won't be easy, but I'd talk it up to the staff to see what suggestions I could offer them for both lunch and recess. It may not necessarily work, but I'd press on until some sort of agreement was reached," explained Persephone.

        "Painting would be my goal. I'd bring in buckets of paint and/or posters to put up. The walls are pretty bare right now. Each wall would have a different color scheme, and I'd do it before school started so there'd be no risk of anyone getting coated with paint," answered Samantha.

        "What a debate this has been. I'll have the results next week. Have fun at lunch," remarked Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "About time. I'm starved. That really worked up my appetite," sighed Persephone.

Last time...

        "Doesn't it bother you that those two are the biggest pervs in the entire school?" asked Kelly.

        "They're just being nice. They appreciate me for who I am," explained Persephone.

        "Just you wait. I'll expose you as a coward, one way or another," thought Kelly. [The next day...]

        "You'll do great," assured Marcus.

        "Let the debate begin," smirked Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Wish me luck, guys," requested Persephone.

        "Welcome to All-Time High's first-ever debate, and first ever race for class president. It's time to address the future of the school and our two candidates are going to try and fill in those cracks that could otherwise cause problems down the road. The first question for our candidates is: What would you do as class president?" stated Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "As far as I'm concerned, this school could really use a better atmosphere, both in terms of how students interact and how the school looks. I'd aim to add more color into the hallways and correct any unwanted behavior between students," declared Samantha.

        "What about you, Persephone?" asked Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Oh gosh. This is a tough one. Um......I would allow for better school cafeteria food and recess outside. Right now, things are a little shaky in both areas. The food isn't as bad as it could be, but I think we need some variety with what is offered. People might be willing to pay for better quality food, or at least more choices. Recess is too short. 15 minutes is barely enough time to play. I know we have more important matters to attend to while at school, but we also need our time away from all that," explained Persephone.

        "Right on," cheered Marcus.

        "She isn't even sure of herself. This is going to be a landslide in Samantha's favor," thought Kelly.

        "This is shaping up to be quite the race. I wonder which one will pull it off in the end?" questioned Kyle.

To be continued....

Last time...

        "Now's our chance to steal the show. We can just win it by a landslide. Little Miss Butterball is feeling queasy about the whole thing. Should be a snap to get under her skin and make her lose control," whispered Kelly.

        "No, Kelly. I'm not doing that. I'm playing an honest race. There's an old saying that you should never underestimate your opponent and what you're suggesting would be a prime example," replied Samantha.

        "Not if I have anything to say about it," muttered Kelly. [Later that day...]

        "So, Persephone. How you feeling about all this class president stuff? Is it getting to you yet?" questioned Kelly.

        "It's a bit much, but I have two great guys to help me through it," assured Persephone.

        "Doesn't it bother you that those two are the biggest pervs in the entire school?" asked Kelly.

        "They're just being nice. They appreciate me for who I am," explained Persephone.

        "You can't possibly handle all this pressure can you? You're going to get asked a lot of tough questions that you may not even know the answer to. If I were you, I'd drop out," noted Kelly.

        "Nonsense. I may not excel in this department, but that's no excuse to give up before it's over. Face it, Kelly. You're going to lose this race whether you like it or not," declared Persephone.

        "Just you wait. I'll expose you as a coward, one way or another," thought Kelly. [The next day...]

        "Students, it's is time. I'll give both groups a few minutes to finalize things before we begin. Remember to play fair or you're disqualified," announced Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "So what am I going to say?" asked Persephone.

        "Those questions are likely going to be about the school so don't think too much into it," reiterated Kyle.

        "You'll do great," assured Marcus.

        "Let the debate begin," smirked Mrs. Weighsaton.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Last time...

        "Today, we're going to vote for student class president. They will be against someone else and the winner will help decide what goes on at the school, within reason of course. We just need two to volunteer as candidates and two more to volunteer as their assistants," continued Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I vote Persephone," called Marcus.

        "Have either of you done this before?" asked Persephone.

        "It's easy. Marcus and I did it back in grade school. It was a lot of work, but also a lot of fun," assured Marcus.

        "Yeah. Pretty much anything was possible. There's not a lot of competition, though back then the candidates were pre-chosen so there was no discussion beforehand. We nominated you because you're honest about what's on your mind. That tops anything the others will say," added Kyle.

        "Well as long as you guys are going to help me out, I'll begin to feel better. Still, I can't help but wonder if it'll be enough. What's going to be asked during the debates?" pondered Persephone.

        "It was more general stuff related to the school. How would you improve it? Would you make changes to the schedule? Things like that," explained Marcus. [Elsewhere...]

        "Now's our chance to steal the show. We can just win it by a landslide. Little Miss Butterball is feeling queasy about the whole thing. Should be a snap to get under her skin and make her lose control," whispered Kelly.

        "No, Kelly. I'm not doing that. I'm playing an honest race. There's an old saying that you should never underestimate your opponent and what you're suggesting would be a prime example," replied Samantha.

        "Are you crazy? This isn't even going to be a race. Persephone is a nervous wreck. She can't possible win with those two lackeys with her," protested Kelly.

        "Samantha's right. I want a fair race. There's no need for any kind of foul play to win. You've basically already lost," agreed Sarah.

        "Not if I have anything to say about it," muttered Kelly.

To be continued....

        "We have a very special day today, class," began Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "You're giving up that stupid mandate about weight?" retorted Kelly.

        "Don’t be silly, Kelly. Today, we're going to vote for student class president. They will be against someone else and the winner will help decide what goes on at the school, within reason of course. We just need two to volunteer as candidates and two more to volunteer as their assistants," continued Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I vote Persephone," called Marcus.

        "Persephone, do you agree?" asked Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I don't do all that well under pressure. I tend to get really nervous, especially when big questions are asked," admitted Persephone.

        "We'll help you," assured Kyle.

        "I don't know. I've never done this before. I don't know what to say when the time comes, or anything like that," added Persephone.

        "I'm sure you'll do fine. You've done well so far at this school. Why not step out of that comfort zone and take a chance? You might actually win," suggested Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I......guess I will give it a try," said Persephone nervously.

        "Now who will run against her?" asked Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Count me in," declared Sarah.

        "Good girl, Sarah. You will run against Persephone for class president. Who's going to help our candidates out?" questioned Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Marcus and I will go with Persephone," replied Kyle.

        "Figures. I guess I'll have go with my squad," muttered Kelly.

        "Me too. I'm with Kelly," said Samantha.

        "Then it's settled. Tomorrow we'll have our first debate. Use this time to prepare yourselves for the big day. I don't want any general discussion so that you can bring your very best. No cheating or you're automatically out of the race. Make sure to split into groups so that your opposition doesn't hear you" confirmed Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Have either of you done this before?" asked Persephone.

To be continued...

        "School Picture Day is tomorrow. How lame when we're going to be when our parents see what we're wearing for this special occasion? My parents will definitely flip," remarked Kelly.

        "My parents should be okay with it. They know my weight gain is for a good cause, school requirements," assured Persephone.

        "Like your parents know what a 'good cause' is," retorted Kelly.

        "Should be fine for me too. My parents love my pictures no matter what I look like," added Sarah.

        "Excuse me, girls. School Picture Day is indeed tomorrow, but there are specific guidelines to follow. You will wear what is provided to you, but you still come in with crop tops and shorts until given the new outfit. Once given the outfit, you change into it for the photo, then change back into your regular attire. There is to be no changing into horses at any point during the photo. You will be graded on your performance too, and that includes your photo. See you later," interrupted Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Great, just what I needed. Another reason to hate this school," frowned Kelly. [The next day...]

        "These corsets look really tight. Are we really supposed to wear them? I don't even know how to put them on," complained Marcus.

        "Me either. I hope someone here does. Besides, shouldn't guys wear something else like a tux?" added Kyle.

        "Don't be silly. You do wear a tux. Girls here wear corsets and guys were tuxes. That's how this works here," explained Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I guess these are yours then," figured Kyle.

        "Gimme' that, perv! Don't be staring as my photo is taken. I'll be sure to make you regret it!" snapped Kelly.

        "Well this is sure to accentuate my curves. I'm not sure why this is the requirement though," stated Persephone.

        "Single file, everyone. It's time," announced Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Next!" called Greg, the photographer.

        "At least we're wearing the right clothing," giggled Marcus.

        "Yeah. Can you imagine me in one of those corsets?" agreed Kyle.

        "Great pose. Say cheese," stated Greg before taking the photo.

        "Here's hoping things went well for everyone," thought Sarah.

        "Welcome to math class. I know it's often a boring subject for students, but I teach it a different way. I have a model featuring areas where I can insert numbers in various places. They're not meant to look like anyone in particular, but I think you'll find her visually appealing. See what I mean?" explained Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I never thought I'd see the day where I'd want to date something like that," remarked Marcus.

        "This is your way of teaching math? Some of us prefer the boring way as it's how it is properly taught," protested Kelly.

        "You'll remember it better this way, trust me," assured Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I feel it's a representation of me, given my physique," noted Persephone.

        "I suppose I can see your point. Like I said, it's not based on anyone, though was designed with this school's mindset. We figured It'd help cement the various methods into the mind better. Now we just need to plug in the numbers and it should stick," continued Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Oh man. This is going to be good. I've always hated math, but this looks like a lot of fun and reminds me of someone I know," thought Kyle.

        "Before you start getting into problem solving, you'll need the various formulas, and thanks to our model, they're right where you need them. You just need to copy them down. I'll wait for you all to finish. I also have them on the board too," added Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "This is a pretty nice visual. We already see them with our own classmates," realized Sarah.

        "Exactly, Sarah. It should be much easier to learn this way than through textbooks and tutorials from regular schools," nodded Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I'm more of a visual learner anyway," added Kyle.

        "This is not the visual I needed to see. I may need bleach to remove it from my head after today," thought Kelly angrily.

        "It's  nothing like the math I learned, but it sure beats it by many miles. I was never good at it at Lower Raise Academy. Should be much easier to understand the concepts," thought Persephone.

Last time...

        "Today, we have a swimming class in place of gym class. The staff and faculty felt you could use some real exercise for a change. I hope you all packed your swimsuits. If not, you'll have to use what is reserved. There's plenty for everyone so even though this is very short notice, you'll still be able to participate," explained Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Everyone in the pool so we can get started," called Sheila the pool instructor.

        "I don't know if I can do this," admitted Samantha.

        "What's wrong? Afraid of a little water?" sneered Kelly.

        "Sort of. Years ago, I fell into the deep end of a pool and thought I was about to drown. Since then, I haven't gone back in the water for fear of that happening for real," stated Samantha.

        "You didn't have any kind of water wings?" asked Marcus.

        "Nope. I was trying to put them on but fell before I could get them into place," answered Samantha.

        "You're such a baby, Samantha," remarked Kelly.

        "Don't listen to Kelly, Samantha. We know it's not easy overcoming fears. You have all of us and someone who knows the water is safe," stated Persephone.

        "Miss, do you need help?" asked Sheila.

        "I'm afraid of the water," called Samantha.

        "It's okay, miss. The water won't hurt you," assured Sheila.

        "Are you sure?" questioned Samantha.

        "100 percent. Look at all your friends. They're not hurting are they?" agreed Sheila.

        "Well, no. I guess not," replied Samantha.

        "Here, let me help you in. We'll go nice and easy," confirmed Sheila before putting Samantha in the water.

        "This isn't so bad," admitted Samantha.

        "See? I told you. This class is just a beginner class. It will be the very basics of swimming since it was on such short notice," replied Sheila.

        "So far so good. Maybe this won't be so bad after all?" thought Samantha.

        "Today, we have a swimming class in place of gym class. The staff and faculty felt you could use some real exercise for a change. I hope you all packed your swimsuits. If not, you'll have to use what is reserved. There's plenty for everyone so even though this is very short notice, you'll still be able to participate," explained Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "I'll believe there's exercise when I see it. Probably is little more than treading water," muttered Kelly.

        "Should be fun. I've never gone swimming before. Lower Raise Academy didn't have a pool. You'd have to go elsewhere to get any form of swimming. I heard there were different places to go, one for each skill level," added Persephone.

        "I'll bet you'll look great in a swimsuit," assured Kyle.

        "You think so? I don't have any with me. I hope the one they have fits," replied Persephone.

        "Let's head to the swimming pool out back. I expect good behavior with the swim instructor," requested Mrs. Weighsaton.

        "Looks like they have multiple options based on your preference, but they all appear to be size Small," noted Marcus.

        "Hmmm, this looks good. Where does one go to put it on?" asked Persephone.

        "The locker room, duh," retorted Kelly.

        "You've done this before?" questioned Persephone.

        "Only because my parents made me when I was little," frowned Kelly.

        "I'll be right back," assured Persephone. [5 minutes later...]

        "She looks amazing," remarked Marcus.

        "I feel kinda silly. It's like a dancer's outfit," stated Persephone.

        "As if you didn't look like a whale before, you do now," laughed Kelly.

        "Everyone in the pool so we can get started," called Sheila the pool instructor.

        "I don't know if I can do this," admitted Samantha.

        "What's wrong? Afraid of a little water?" sneered Kelly.

To be continued....

Last time...

        "Montana, dear, we can't just force our way to change the school's behavior. We don't have the skills and besides, the school is bent on behaving differently," protested Kelly's mom.

        "Here's what I'm thinking, Kelly. We'll let the police know about this one. It's a tall order considering the nature of the police here, but if we can get them to believe how bad the school is, they can have it shut down for good," explained Montana.

        "Not even my sister can stop this one. She's too wrapped up in that perv, Kyle to care about what we're doing," smirked Kelly.

        "You have a pervert at the school?" questioned Montana.

        "Try multiple pervs. Just give them a gluttony girl and they'll have eyes larger than the state of Texas. It makes me sick thinking about it. My sister is probably the biggest offender. They can't get enough of her," corrected Kelly.

        "This is more serious than I thought. Well at least we'll get things straightened out. Time to make a phone call," remarked Montana.

        "Calorie Estates Patrol. What's the nature of the emergency?" answered an officer.

        "We have a situation over at All-Time High. There's suspicious activity regarding the nature of the school and some of its students," stated Montana.

        "Violence? Murder? Harassment? What?" asked the officer.

        "Questionable rules and a small amount of harassment," confirmed Montana.

        "We'll see what we can do," assured the officer. [Later that day....]

        "This is it, Kelly. We should get a phone call back any minute with the news we've been waiting for," smiled Montana.

        "There's the phone. I'll get it. It's for you, dad," stated Kelly.

        "Yes? Oh, hi. What? There was nothing wrong with the school's behavior? How on earth could that be?" replied Montana.

        "The school checked out. There wasn't any behavior of the sort going on at the school. They were just normal students. Call back when you have more to report," stated the officer.

        "Even the police are siding with the school," frowned Kelly.

        "We won't give up just yet. I have a new plan," assured Montana.

        "Margret, we need to figure out a way to bring All-Time High back to a sense of normalcy. It's not good for anyone," urged Kelly's dad.

        "Montana, dear, we can't just force our way to change the school's behavior. We don't have the skills and besides, the school is bent on behaving differently," protested Kelly's mom.

        "Well I'll find a way to convince them, if it's the last thing I do. That school will not corrupt our daughter into some ball of gelatin," announced Montana.

        "Just be careful, dear. This is also the only school we know of in the area. If this works and Kelly is out of a school, where will she go?" warned Margret.

        "Talking about de-corrupting the school? Count me in. I hate it as much as you do, dad. I don't like anything they're teaching there. I hated it from the name on the building to their dumb 'dress code', or lack thereof," agreed Kelly.

        "Shouldn't you be in school?" questioned Margret.

        "Not going. I want to help dad out with his plan," admitted Kelly.

        "Your teacher will probably find out you're not here won't she?" asked Margret.

        "Don't care about that. Dad will help me out," assured Kelly.

        "You need the education, dear. Besides, where would you go if we managed to shut down the school?" continued Margret.

        "Anywhere else, mother. Literally any other school would be better than this one," remarked Kelly firmly.

        "That's two-to-one in favor of shutting down the school, Margret. Guess we'll figure this one out together," concluded Montana.

        "Good luck, dear, though I wouldn't get your hopes up," called Margret. [Later that day...]

        "Here's what I'm thinking, Kelly. We'll let the police know about this one. It's a tall order considering the nature of the police here, but if we can get them to believe how bad the school is, they can have it shut down for good," explained Montana.

        "Not even my sister can stop this one," smirked Kelly.

To be continued....