17. Chapter 17
I sat in the room dazing off into space wonder what would happen if they got caught. Would they go to juvenile? Or would they go missing like everyone else in this school. We had Chemistry classes Tomorrow so we could do this lab project thingy but I never understood it so tomorrow was a perfect chance for me. I decided to go to bed since it was like 1:34 am anyway I put a blanket over Riley's bed because I can't stand the smell of Strong girly bubblegum scented perfume. I dazed off closing the calculator app and falling asleep.
I decided to wing it and go solo since Aaron was to much of a chicken to come with us and Jacob wanted to stay with his all time bestie Chloe. I felt like Jacob should've went on his own all though he is the "man of the house" but I guess if you want something done you have to do it. I sat down in a corner that blocked off the hallway so it hid whatever classes were coming next. I went on the mic to signal to Aaron that I was going in the Teachers Lounge and who was in their. "Aaron", I whispered. All I heard was snoring and I was immediately annoyed. Ugh! He never comes through! "Aaron!", I yelled a bit louder. "Huh?", Aaron said startled. "Zoom in on Room 23 clear for entrance?", I asked. "Clear", Aaron responded quickly. I took of the gel in my shoes and put on some slippery socks and slid down the hall to the teachers lounge. I turned the knob slowly but it was locked. Crap. Just my luck. Why me? I got this.. I took out a sheet of tin foil in my fanny pack and wrapped it around a bobby pin and began to toggle it. I heard a click and I opened the door. I immediately saw Rodger turn around so I cracked the door. He was on the phone pacing back in forth in his off brand tennis shoes and his football shirt. "Speaking of casual", I muttered to myself. "One day is all I'm asking you one day! It will prosper trust me on this one" "We will make it to be the best of the best" "just us" I heard Rodger talking and I wanted to bust in their throw my police cap on, take my handcuffs out, put them on him, shine my flash light dead in his eyes and say. "Prosper?! Your the reason this school is turning into a Haunted House?! And start yelling at him and smacking him with raw bacon.
But professionalism was something I was working on and mind you I was trying HARD.