Many strange things happen in our school. Little did we know that Sharon, a pupil recently admitted into the school, was sent to uncover these mysteries.

She was unusually bright for her age and had gained entrance into the school using a fake identity.

Unknown to whatever secret agent behind Sharon, our school had specially hired a man to protect its secrets from leaving its walls, and the death of two pupils during the inter-school games last April was proof of a good job done so far.

But Sharon was the handiwork of a superior in the spyworld.

The first time I met her, she was seated on a huge stone outside the walls of the school, with a scissors in one hand and her breast in the other, chopping off some extensions of flesh on the tip of her breast.

“Hi!” She said, looking up at me and smiling. “The name is Sharon. Sharon Waters.”

I stood there speechless, my allergy to sharp objects on human flesh written all over my face, wondering where a little girl of my age got such large breasts from.

Sharon had her eyes on the ultimate goal of uncovering the secrets buried within our school, Martin Fisher Memorial. For the time being, she would practice her spycraft on Wolf our class teacher by finding out what brought him to Volkshire and why he never spoke about his wife and children.

Sharon was equally determined to find out what happened between the two lads in our class while the teacher’s back was turned to the class and why old Baldwin would not talk about it to our class teacher.

To begin the long dig, she decided to pay a visit to the school librarian, the custodian of the school’s oldest secrets…