Double Trouble

“Mr. Franson, would you please send Samantha Jacobs to the principal’s office?” the intercom announced without warning.

Mr. Franson looked up at Samantha and motioned towards the door. Samantha had a confused and scared look on her face. Why would the principal need to see her?

“It’s okay,” Mr. Franson said calmingly. “I’m sure he just has a question for you or a paper that needs to be signed. Hurry back so you can share your report.”

Samantha slowly walked down the corridor towards the principal’s office. She had made it all the way to fifth grade without being summoned here. Her mind was racing, trying to think of a reason why she needed to go now.

“There you are,” said Principal Stewart. “I was hoping you were in school today. Come on in to my office.”

Samantha followed Mr. Stewart inside and sat down.

“It seems we have something unusual going on,” he said. You see, we had a new student report to school today, and she said that her name was Samantha Jacobs. The address she listed as her home address matches yours exactly. Her phone number is the same, as well.”

“Mr. Stewart, I don’t know what’s going on. I’ve never heard of this Samantha,” said Samantha.

“The interesting part is that we looked up the name Samantha Jacobs in the school records, and there was a Samantha Jacobs that attended this same school a hundred years ago,” continued Mr. Stewart.

Samantha’s jaw dropped to the floor.