hardy boys fan fiction
PRESSURE IN THE SPOTLIGHT
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Josie
Chapter 3
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
No one needed to be Biff or Georgina to sense the tension between the brothers.
"What's going on?" Vanessa asked, sitting next to Joe so that Frank had to go and take the seat at the desk with Tony at the back of the room.
"Apparently Frank's not sure he wants to be a detective," Joe explained, slamming his books onto the desk.
"Even if you do that, you should still stay on at school..." the girl suggested tentatively.
"That's not the problem, I know that. I just always thought...I don't know, that we'd be together, and be detectives, or even police officers. When he said that...suddenly everything wasn't so sure."
***
"I wasn't trying to discourage him," Frank explained to his friend, "it's just we need to take school seriously, at least these next couple of years, if we want to be employed anywhere. It's a given that sooner or later he's going to end up on his own - he just seemed really sure that we were always going to be together, and become partners."
"That's not what you're worried about, is it?" Tony asked quietly, his dark eyes showing understanding, "you're thinking about college; you're wondering what he's going to do if you don't set him straight and you get separated."
Frank sighed. "That too." he looked up at the front of the room, where Georgina was once again making the rounds to try to collect the rest of the money. He frowned, "what's she so happy about?"
"She keeps doing that," Tony told him, "she seems to be really pleased about something."
***
Georgina settled into her seat and began counting the money. Six...twelve...eighteen...twenty-four... the small tin box was almost full, and this was only one class. By the end of the week, everyone would have paid their six, or twelve, or three dollars...
She had already been in the deputy director's office, where she had been shown where to put the money at the end of the day. The drawer had a lock on it, but it was rarely used, since the teachers tried to encourage a respectful and trusting relationship with their students.
It didn't matter anyway; all she would have to do was ask her mother, and she could usually get anything she wanted, no questions asked.
"Can I sit here?" someone asked.
She looked up. "Oh, hi Frank. Sure." she smiled, and shifted her books over to one side of the desk. "Er... how come you're not sitting with Joe?" she asked casually, looking around for the blond boy.
"He wanted to sit with someone else for a change."
***
Georgina had forgotten that sixth and seventh years had a choice between taking an extra course and having free periods, in which they could either go to the library to study or across the street from the school to get something to eat.
The school was near the town centre, so there were a few shops around it. Across the road was a school bookshop where they bought their books and their uniform, a couple of small cafes and a photo shop. It was a convenient place for the students to be able to go and pass time on the rare occasions that they finished school earlier than usual, if they had to wait for buses.
Checking the notice boards and finding out that the course choices were physical education, computing, drama or ethics, none of which
she was interested in, she opted to take some free time, and headed for the library.
Once there, she took out the class lists to see how many people were left to pay. She didn't have long; the payments were nearly complete, and then the teachers would be taking it to the treasury. And we just can't let that happen.
With most of the other students busy elsewhere, and the other years in their classrooms, she had free run of the school. Most of them went over the road, she thought happily, making a mental check of where her classmates had gone, no way can the staff know where every student is. Like the directors office... for example.
***
Joe left the school at the end of the day without waiting for Frank, intending to get home first and hopefully talk to his father.
Finding the house empty, he fixed himself a quick lunch and then sat at the kitchen table, half hoping that Frank had decided to go home with Biff. No such luck.
The back door opened quietly, and the dark haired boy came in, giving him a friendly smile. "Hey."
"Hi."
"Joe...will you let me explain what I was trying to tell you this morning?"
"I got it. Concentrate on school, so we've got other options if we can't be detectives and we can get into a good college, and don't go looking for cases." he scowled, "doesn't necessarily mean I have to agree with it."
"Joe..."
"I said I got it." he got up and walked out without giving his brother the chance to continue.
***
Fenton Hardy looked up as his study door opened.
"Joe," he greeted, "done your homework?"
"No. Dad, I don't think I want to carry on with school. I've already talked to the guidance counselor about it, and he explained what options I have." He announced, closing the door behind him as he moved inside to sit across the desk opposite his father.
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