That evening, after the final bell, the duo snuck down the hallway to the school’s maintenance wing. The boiler room hummed with heat, steam curling around rusty pipes. Mac found the inconspicuous door marked “Maintenance Access – Authorized Personnel Only.” He used a spare key he’d found in his dad’s toolbox (again, a little hack—he’d learned it was legal for a student to use a key if it wasn’t a lock‑picking attempt).