7:49 a.m.
Here stood tall 15 yr.old Hunter Mason, clutching the handlebars of his bicycle.
Nicknamed Hason
He had harsh blue eyes, curly strawberry blonde hair, and a grin that could throw anyone off.
Hason has been standing in front of the gate of his school for an hour now. He anxiously looked to his watch one more time knowing the gates would finally open in any minute-
7:50 a.m.
There the school supervisor, Mr. Wesley, slowly came making a loud grunt every step he took. He was very ill but the school refused to give him a break. Poor thing should've never wasted all his sick days on small trips to the casino.
He made a loud cough while jingling the key through the lock.
Hunter put his hoodie on, hid himself, and his bike behind the bushes.
cough, cough
"I swear when I get enough money-"
cough, cough
"I'm quitting this job."
Hunter waited patiently behind the bushes for Mr.Wesley to unlock the gate and leave, but he kept talking to himself complaining about the school.
"Their sorry behinds will be begging for me." Mr.Wesley paused himself by a blow of the nose.
"But they won't see this face anymore."
Hunter sighed and looked back to his watch.
8:02
This is when Hunter had an idea.
He began to rustle himself in the bushes, making as loud as a noise as he could.
As planned, Mr.Wesley looked back,
"Who-who's there." Mr.Wesley stammered.
Hunter made another rustle, "Oooohh ohhhh,"
Mr.Wesley began to breathe sharply. He took his tissue full of snot and used it to wipe the sweat that was showering over his forehead.
He took a step closer to the bushes but cautiously
"This better not be some ki- kind of prank."
"Because it's not funny." Mr.Wesley voice cracked.
His voice only cracked
When he was very scared.
Hunter began to giggle to himself but cut it off shortly when he remembered he had to keep his cover.
"Jonathannnnn," Which was Mr.Wesley's first name.
"Wha-what." Mr.Wesley stuttered to himself in disbelief
"How do you know my name!"
"I have no time to explainn. Now Jonathan you must go back. There is something in the teachers lounge you need to seeeee."
Mr.Wesley now began to pace himself. Walking around in short distances and then back again.
"Now- now wait a minute. What is it that I have to see? I'm not going to- to see anything unless you tell me what I have to see."
Hunter began to think of something
"That pie you baked for Ms.Shirley yesterday is now in the garbageeeee."
Which was true. Yesterday Hunter and his friends snuck in the Teachers Lounge to try to get his phone back. They all got caught and in anger Hunter threw the first thing he saw in the trash.
Which was unfortunately, the pie Mr.Wesley took great time into baking.
In result, Hunter got suspended. So he's now on a very simple mission to sneak inside, get his phone back, and go back home.
He was very lucky his house was never far from school.
"Ugh- the nerve of that woman." Mr.Wesley urgently began to storm off.
He always had a feeling Ms.Shirley didn't like him-
Hunter got lucky.
He finally let out the loud giggle he kept in for so long and stepped out the bushes.
It was go time.
