sloppy. Rusty.
The school corridors were alive with the sound of bustling students. I watched them with envy, doubting any of them was worrying about being hunted and killed.
“Hey,” Mercy shouted, waving her arms over the heads of the crowd. She was pretty much taller than most of the people standing in her way, but she still jumped up and down, making sure I saw her. “Wait up!”
I stopped, mentally taking a deep breath. Act normal. Nothing happened last night.
“Hey, Mercy,” I said as she approached. “How was your night?”
“Don’t ask me about that.” Mercy’s eyes were wide. “Tell me you heard about what happened here, last night.”
A cold chill ran through my body. “No. What?”
“Well, I’m not completely sure, but word is that kids from St Thomas High broke in and smashed up reception. No one’s allowed around there.” Mercy folded her arms and leaned back against someone’s locker. “I got a quick look, though. One of the windows is entirely destroyed. They’re boarding it up now.”
I pretended to look surprised by the information. I wasn’t sure exactly how great of an actress I was, though. In all of the drama, I’d totally forgotten about the state in which we’d left the school.
“Wow – that’s weird.”
“I know,” Mercy agreed. “A couple of the guys are planning payback.”
“You talking about the St. Thomas break in?” Chuck asked, appearing beside us with Sam in tow.
Mercy nodded. “Yup. I was telling Amerie that some of us are planning a little payback.”
“Damn right we are. They don’t get to come up here and destroy things for no reason. They’re gonna learn they messed with the wrong school,” Chuck said, crackling his knuckles. I winced at the sound.
“An eye for an eye,” I muttered.
I didn’t think anyone heard but then Sam gently touched my arm. “Yeah, I don’t agree with it either.”
Mercy looked outraged. “What? How can you not agree? We have to show them who they’re messing with.”
“Are you going to show them?” Sam retaliated.
Mercy remained quiet.
“Exactly. Those guys are getting themselves into a bunch of shit for no reason. It’s juvenile. So what if reception got trashed? It’s not like the school is lacking money to fix it.”
Chuck and Mercy exchanged looks of disbelief.
“I’ve been trying to explain the concept of school spirit all morning,” Chuck said with a dramatic sigh. “But the poor boy just doesn’t get it.”
“Obviously I don’t either,” I snapped. “How do you even know it was St. Thomas kids? A bunch of idiots from in the city could have driven past, drunk out of their minds, and decided to have a bit of fun by trashing our posh school. It could have been anyone.”
Anyone... like me.
Mercy shrugged. “It’s most likely them.”
Just as I opened my mouth to change the subject, a loud voice echoed over the school intercom, announcing that due to the destruction the school had suffered, the police had been called to investigate, and the students were being sent home. The school would reopen Thursday morning once all the damage had been repaired.
“Freedom!” Mercy shouted, running around us despite the bustling hallway. “What should we do? I’m completely hyped now. I can’t believe this!”
“I wonder why they’re investigating it,” Chuck mused. I nodded, wondering the same thing. So a few windows got smashed. Big deal. Why involve the police?
“So, what should we do?” Mercy asked, not interested in our side conversation. “I’m thinking a fast food trip. I’m feeling for a Big Mac.”
“What happened to your diet?” Chuck asked.
Mercy gasped. “Are you saying I’m fat?”
“No!” Chuck held up his hands and took a step back. “No, I never said that.”
“Good,” Mercy said, folding her arms. “So, McDonalds, then?”
“Not for me. I’m just gonna go straight to work.”
“What why?” Mercy stared at me incredulously. I played with the
The school corridors were alive with the sound of bustling students. I watched them with envy, doubting any of them was worrying about being hunted and killed.
“Hey,” Mercy shouted, waving her arms over the heads of the crowd. She was pretty much taller than most of the people standing in her way, but she still jumped up and down, making sure I saw her. “Wait up!”
I stopped, mentally taking a deep breath. Act normal. Nothing happened last night.
“Hey, Mercy,” I said as she approached. “How was your night?”
“Don’t ask me about that.” Mercy’s eyes were wide. “Tell me you heard about what happened here, last night.”
A cold chill ran through my body. “No. What?”
“Well, I’m not completely sure, but word is that kids from St Thomas High broke in and smashed up reception. No one’s allowed around there.” Mercy folded her arms and leaned back against someone’s locker. “I got a quick look, though. One of the windows is entirely destroyed. They’re boarding it up now.”
I pretended to look surprised by the information. I wasn’t sure exactly how great of an actress I was, though. In all of the drama, I’d totally forgotten about the state in which we’d left the school.
“Wow – that’s weird.”
“I know,” Mercy agreed. “A couple of the guys are planning payback.”
“You talking about the St. Thomas break in?” Chuck asked, appearing beside us with Sam in tow.
Mercy nodded. “Yup. I was telling Amerie that some of us are planning a little payback.”
“Damn right we are. They don’t get to come up here and destroy things for no reason. They’re gonna learn they messed with the wrong school,” Chuck said, crackling his knuckles. I winced at the sound.
“An eye for an eye,” I muttered.
I didn’t think anyone heard but then Sam gently touched my arm. “Yeah, I don’t agree with it either.”
Mercy looked outraged. “What? How can you not agree? We have to show them who they’re messing with.”
“Are you going to show them?” Sam retaliated.
Mercy remained quiet.
“Exactly. Those guys are getting themselves into a bunch of shit for no reason. It’s juvenile. So what if reception got trashed? It’s not like the school is lacking money to fix it.”
Chuck and Mercy exchanged looks of disbelief.
“I’ve been trying to explain the concept of school spirit all morning,” Chuck said with a dramatic sigh. “But the poor boy just doesn’t get it.”
“Obviously I don’t either,” I snapped. “How do you even know it was St. Thomas kids? A bunch of idiots from in the city could have driven past, drunk out of their minds, and decided to have a bit of fun by trashing our posh school. It could have been anyone.”
Anyone... like me.
Mercy shrugged. “It’s most likely them.”
Just as I opened my mouth to change the subject, a loud voice echoed over the school intercom, announcing that due to the destruction the school had suffered, the police had been called to investigate, and the students were being sent home. The school would reopen Thursday morning once all the damage had been repaired.
“Freedom!” Mercy shouted, running around us despite the bustling hallway. “What should we do? I’m completely hyped now. I can’t believe this!”
“I wonder why they’re investigating it,” Chuck mused. I nodded, wondering the same thing. So a few windows got smashed. Big deal. Why involve the police?
“So, what should we do?” Mercy asked, not interested in our side conversation. “I’m thinking a fast food trip. I’m feeling for a Big Mac.”
“What happened to your diet?” Chuck asked.
Mercy gasped. “Are you saying I’m fat?”
“No!” Chuck held up his hands and took a step back. “No, I never said that.”
“Good,” Mercy said, folding her arms. “So, McDonalds, then?”
“Not for me. I’m just gonna go straight to work.”
“What why?” Mercy stared at me incredulously. I played with the
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