Thalia

Chapter 4: Sleepover Dare

Chapter 4: Sleepover Dare

I tried to quietly close the car door with my free hand, failing miserably. I don't even know why I try. I can't even blink without making some type of noise.

I put my iPhone on silent and stuffed it in my bra. I'm so classy. I kept the camera around my wrist and threw the doctors gloves on the ground. If I get caught during the process, then I get caught. No cheap doctor's gloves are ever going to save me from that. And the flashlight? I just hope it's clean because these shorts don't have pockets and my mouth isn't carrying anything.

I start tip-toeing towards the side of the school building, looking around as if I'm about to get shot. It's so dark. Can't this stupid school afford any lights out here? This is probably why we get robbed at night all the time.

How am I supposed to get to the second floor? I started looking around seeing nothing but black.

Oh, duh. The ladder. This place was destined to be broken into. It's like the school was just saying, 'Hey, we are unprotected. Come on in and rob us for all we don't have.'.

I started to climb the ladder pretty fast which was surprising considering the only thing I've ever climbed was the stairs to my house. And sometimes I didn't make it because I had little private meeting with the concrete floor.

I finally made it to the window of the science room. Ew. I cringe at how dirty this place is. I hear the school doesn't have security, so I'm not really worried about that. What I am worried about is how am I going to get away with this. I've never been in trouble with the school before and I didn't want to start off with a felony. Normally, you start off with a warning, not the cops.

Oh, what do you know? The windows have latches on the outside, so you can open it. This is too easy. I lift up the window with one hand and then turn on my flashlight. This is Ms. Pollock's room. She's made out of evil. I'm afraid to have her as my science teacher because what if she uses her brains for the wrong thing one day? We all know she's a lunatic because she talks to herself. I just want one good whack at her. Just one. Hard. Beating.

I wanted to test out my super sneaky skills, so I pretend like I'm in a movie at the big break-in scene.

And that was the worst idea I have ever had in my long, suffering, nothing special life.

I tried to do the jump crouch thing through the window and landed face-first into the wooden desk on the other side. My body flipped over making it look like a pathetic somersault and slamming into the desk beside it. And it didn't even stop there. My weight was pulled down to the ground causing the two desks to partially land on me. It all happened in about three seconds.

I'm the worst criminal that has ever lived.

I groaned, "Oh my gosh, take me now."

The flashlight was on the other side of the room and I ran into every abiotic object on my way there. First, a chair, my foot, the wall, my foot, and then I fell backwards on the floor because I tripped on air and my foot. Ugh! I give up. Forget trying to be sneaky, just take the stupid picture, get the sodium-whatever and get the heck out of here.

Well, at least that's what I had planned on doing. I had just snapped the picture of myself at arms length with the chalk board behind me scrunching up my face and crossing my eyes looking ugly, when I heard voices. Seriously? Only to me, would this happen.

It sounded like maybe two people. Three at the most. And they were men. Not students, teachers or staff. But men, around late 30's or early 40's. How dumb are you to go and break into a schoo--