What's the matter with Maddy Granger?

That has been the hot question at Piedmont High since she failed to report for her senior year. All the school has said is "Ms. Granger is dealing with a private medical matter" and "Please stop asking. You are getting very close to putting this school in violation of HIPAA." Even her best friend Krista refuses to say whether she knows what is up.

Of course, this has put the rumor mill on full production, even among your lunch table. "I bet it's cancer. Or lupus or some shit." "No way, she totally got in a car wreck and broke all her limbs." "What I heard is that she got fry oil spilled on her and is now all fucked up like Two-Face." "Well, my sister's friend's boyfriend said that she got kicked out of Band Camp because she was banging hella dudes. And even some chicks. She's knocked up, no doubt." "No shot. Remember how many guys she curved last year for Prom? Plus there's like five other preggos at this school. Why would Maddy be the only one that gets to stay home?" "I don't know... she did always take a lot of random sick days." Now, you and Maddy have never been particularly close, but you still feel a bit bad that she is facing such rampant gossip, even if she is not around to hear it.

One afternoon, the school secretary calls you into her office and asks you to deliver a packet of worksheets and quizzes to Maddy in her stead. The two of you live in the same area, so it shouldn't be too inconvenient, plus you now get to be the one to solve this mystery.

Later that day, you find yourself outside Maddy's house. You have to admit that you are actually quite nervous about what you'll find on the other side of the door. What if she is "fucked up like Two-Face"? You take a deep breath and ring the doorbell.