Fizza paused. She was not going to give Billy Adams's
name, even if it had been his idea.
"Yes, sir;' she said, trying not to cry.
"Well, in that case- " began Mr. Jackson, but he was
interrupted by a knock on the door.
It was the school secretary.
"I have Billy Adams here. He would like to see you:'
As Billy Adams walked into th e office, Fizza realized
she hadn't seen him since that day in the Bullring Shopping
Centre during the vacation. He had a suntan from the summer
sunshine and his blond hair was longer and almo st white now.
Fizza thought he looked more handsome than ever.
"Hi, Billy, can I help you? " asked Mr. Jackson.
"Sir, it was my idea;' he said. "The computer trick was all
my idea:'
He stood looking straight ahead witho ut once looking at
Fizza.
"But;' Mr. Jackson said, "Felicity said she did it all on her
own."
"Well, she's wrong, sir. It was my idea," replied Billy.
"What a great guy;' thought Fizza. "He's taking th e blame
for the whole thing!"
The truth was that Billy Adams felt gui lty. The joke on the
teachers had been his idea and it wasn't fair if this quiet girl got
into trouble for it. Mr. Jackson listened as Billy explained what
had happened.
"Billy, I understand that it was your idea, but Felicity
shouldn't have helped you;' said Mr. Jackson . "It was wrong of
both of you:'
However, sec retly Mr. Jackson was pleased with their
honesty. He told them to write a letter of apology to all the
teachers in the pictures.