Phriends Against Physics

Chapter 11

"Oh...my...gosh..." Foamy gasped as she read the messages in the group chat. Elizabeth, Grace and Meghan had all received a strange call from...Broberg! He was back, and this time, he was planning something big. Bigger than last time. Milo strolled over and peered over Foamy's shoulder to read the details about the calls in the group chat. Then, he pulled out his phone and pressed play on a voicemail. A similar message played from Milo's phone, in the same playful, Broberg-esque tone that made it sound all the more terrifying. "So...he's recruiting all of you guys...?" Foamy continued, trying to piece together the puzzle. "I think so," Milo answered, "and that's why I called you, I thought he was your teacher and you'd know something about this." Foamy laughed and replied, "Well, thank goodness he's not my teacher anymore!" Jackie and Naomi also giggled at the thought of Broberg teaching a high-level physics course at Some University in New York, swinging his arms back and forth while demonstrating static electricity or something with his Darth Vader cutout to a bunch of twenty-somethings. Then they laughed even harder at the thought of Foamy taking a high-level physics course. "But, we might still have an in," Foamy said when the laughter ceased. Meghan was the only one left at Chandelier High School, the famous school at which Broberg teaches. No one knows how he got out of the basement jail at the White House, but he was back at Chandelier High School and no one really questioned it. Until now. Meghan was suspicious and knew she needed to get as far away from the school as she could. She also knew that Broberg could not get her during the school day, as it would be too obvious. But the longer she waited around, the better the chances were that she would be caught outside of school, perhaps innocently skipping back to the locker room after a blissful day at cross country practice. Not wanting their friends to take any chances, Foamy, Naomi and Jackie decided that everyone needed to band together. They weren't going to solve this problem unless they were a cohesive unit, and with the exchange of a few more messages in the Mosh Pit Dancers group chat, it was decided: Elizabeth, Grace and Meghan would be on a plane to New York later that night.