Izzy crossed her arms and gave Trevor a wry look. She suddenly felt like she was at a sleepover where they decided to tell cheesy horror stories. When he said the rumor, Izzy let out a quick, disbelieving, “Ha!”
	With a closed-lip grin and a shake of her head, she nodded her thanks to Trevor for holding the door open. The lemony smell of cleaner saturated the air, telling her that at least one of the janitors had started their job, and the roar of a vacuum echoed through the entry rotunda.
	“Definitely,” she answered his question with a chortle. “Someone needs to lay off the vampire novels for a while!” She turned and looked at him skeptically as he followed her inside. “Right,” she drew out the word. “Who, a twelve-year-old? Sounds like something someone that age would spread.”
	Izzy shrugged at Trevor’s comment. “I’m not. So, where did you leave your key?” She turned to face him, to let him lead the way.