stupid the school is for not putting any kind of spikes at the top, making this all the easier. It's like the school is inviting him in. He swings his other leg around and jumps down, landing like a cat on the ground.
The three recruits watch King with baited breath. They give out a whoop of approval when he lands. King loves the attention but will never let the recruits know. And so he says, “SHHH,” really loudly while giving the recruits a sharp glare. They shut up instantly. “Hand me the bag,” he tells them, referring to a bag containing super glue and several cans of black spray paint he lifted from Home Depot a few hours ago.
Once a recruit has passed the bag through the gate, and all three recruits have made it over, King separates out the supplies and nods at them. “You know what to do; you have one hour.” The group splits up, tromping off in different directions.
This is the moment King has been waiting for. First, he marches right over to his least favorite teacher's door, Mrs. Falks. He points the super-glue at the door handle and squirts a healthy amount into the keyhole. That door will not open in the morning. Then he gets out the spray paint and draws a large penis along the wall of Mrs. Falks' classroom. For the final touch, he writes, “FAT FUCK FALKS” on the wall next to her door. He steps back grinning, admiring his work.
King checks the time. It has already been ten minutes. He grabs the super glue and methodically moves around his pod of classrooms, generously squirting super glue into each of the doorknobs. This is the most important part of the job, for it will cause the most havoc tomorrow since the school will be on its tight Test Schedule, and nobody will be able to get into the classrooms. He has twenty minutes left, and he has glued shut all of the door knobs in his assigned area. Now King starts the fun part, the spray paint. He draws swastikas and penises throughout the area. Occasionally he pauses by a teacher's door and adds embellishments like “KLAUBER IS A BITCH” or “CROUGER IS CRAZY.”
Once the hour is up, he returns to the meeting spot. His three recruits show up one-by-one. Fifteen minutes have gone by when the last one arrives, his face flushed from adrenaline and excitement. “You're LATE!” King spits at him. The recruit's face falls when he sees the anger in King's eyes.
“
Come on! Let's get out of here before anyone spots us!” King asserts, already marching away from the school. As the recruits run to catch up with him, King's face lights up with a smirk. He's imagining the havoc, pain, and confusion that will be entertaining him all day tomorrow. Now that his plan panned out without any hiccups, he gets to just sit back and enjoy the show.
He still chuckles as he thinks back on this months later. The school had to start the testing an hour late as a locksmith broke into the classrooms. Meanwhile, the students milled around looking at his work, and certain teachers stormed off, taking “sick days.” All everyone was thinking and talking about was King's creation.
Chapter Five
I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. My heart has frozen. I can't believe what I just read on AIM.
Scott : ramon just got a gf
Alicia suddenly strikes back into my memory like lightening. I had forgotten about her. I read the words again slowly; they are like fire etching into the back of my retina, burning all the way down to my chest. It's like looking at a bad car accident; it's so horrible, I can't take my eyes off it. After a moment that feels like eternity, I decide what I want to ask,
Mackenzie : is it alicia?
Scott : yes
do you wanna talk 2 her? shes online right now
Scott doesn't realize that I am boiling with envy.
Mackenzie : no.
it would b really bad if i talked 2 her
I can't believe that Ramon didn't make me his girlfriend. I thought for sure that I was next in line. And so, I am certain that if I talk to Alicia, I will probably do the
The three recruits watch King with baited breath. They give out a whoop of approval when he lands. King loves the attention but will never let the recruits know. And so he says, “SHHH,” really loudly while giving the recruits a sharp glare. They shut up instantly. “Hand me the bag,” he tells them, referring to a bag containing super glue and several cans of black spray paint he lifted from Home Depot a few hours ago.
Once a recruit has passed the bag through the gate, and all three recruits have made it over, King separates out the supplies and nods at them. “You know what to do; you have one hour.” The group splits up, tromping off in different directions.
This is the moment King has been waiting for. First, he marches right over to his least favorite teacher's door, Mrs. Falks. He points the super-glue at the door handle and squirts a healthy amount into the keyhole. That door will not open in the morning. Then he gets out the spray paint and draws a large penis along the wall of Mrs. Falks' classroom. For the final touch, he writes, “FAT FUCK FALKS” on the wall next to her door. He steps back grinning, admiring his work.
King checks the time. It has already been ten minutes. He grabs the super glue and methodically moves around his pod of classrooms, generously squirting super glue into each of the doorknobs. This is the most important part of the job, for it will cause the most havoc tomorrow since the school will be on its tight Test Schedule, and nobody will be able to get into the classrooms. He has twenty minutes left, and he has glued shut all of the door knobs in his assigned area. Now King starts the fun part, the spray paint. He draws swastikas and penises throughout the area. Occasionally he pauses by a teacher's door and adds embellishments like “KLAUBER IS A BITCH” or “CROUGER IS CRAZY.”
Once the hour is up, he returns to the meeting spot. His three recruits show up one-by-one. Fifteen minutes have gone by when the last one arrives, his face flushed from adrenaline and excitement. “You're LATE!” King spits at him. The recruit's face falls when he sees the anger in King's eyes.
“
Come on! Let's get out of here before anyone spots us!” King asserts, already marching away from the school. As the recruits run to catch up with him, King's face lights up with a smirk. He's imagining the havoc, pain, and confusion that will be entertaining him all day tomorrow. Now that his plan panned out without any hiccups, he gets to just sit back and enjoy the show.
He still chuckles as he thinks back on this months later. The school had to start the testing an hour late as a locksmith broke into the classrooms. Meanwhile, the students milled around looking at his work, and certain teachers stormed off, taking “sick days.” All everyone was thinking and talking about was King's creation.
Chapter Five
I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. My heart has frozen. I can't believe what I just read on AIM.
Scott : ramon just got a gf
Alicia suddenly strikes back into my memory like lightening. I had forgotten about her. I read the words again slowly; they are like fire etching into the back of my retina, burning all the way down to my chest. It's like looking at a bad car accident; it's so horrible, I can't take my eyes off it. After a moment that feels like eternity, I decide what I want to ask,
Mackenzie : is it alicia?
Scott : yes
do you wanna talk 2 her? shes online right now
Scott doesn't realize that I am boiling with envy.
Mackenzie : no.
it would b really bad if i talked 2 her
I can't believe that Ramon didn't make me his girlfriend. I thought for sure that I was next in line. And so, I am certain that if I talk to Alicia, I will probably do the
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