Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I was in the middle of class when a knock on the door sounded, and I lifted my head when I heard a familiar voice. "Could I borrow Pandora Wilson, sir?"
Laken?
I sent him a confused glance before looking at the teacher, who looked to be considering it. He looked suspiciously at Laken, speaking the question we both were pondering. "Why?"
Laken -obviously being the idiot he is - didn't think of an excuse for whatever he was planning. "She's ill so I thought I would take her to the nurse." I blinked, wondering if he was serious or not.
The teacher stared blankly for a second, before frowning. "She is?" He spun his direction to me and I directed my gaze to Laken who sent me a pointed look. Without missing a beat, I started coughing like I was swallowing sandpaper. I thumped my chest with my fist to make it look like I was struggling as I loudly coughed.
"See sir. I'll bring her back, I promise but I think she should see the doctor incase it gets worse." He spoke up, shrugging.
"I think she's fi-" the teacher was cut off when Laken gave me another pointed look and I stood up drastically.
"I think I'm gonna faint. My head hurts." I rasped, holding my head like it was spinning. I made a show of almost falling, pretending my knees were buckling but grabbing the table in time.
There was a heavy sigh before he ushered us out and told us to be quick. He also added in specifically 'no kidnapping" to Laken.
When the door closed and we could hear him teaching again, I stood up straight and looked over at the impatiently waiting snowman. "I found something, come look." He urged, already half way across the hallway.
I looked around for any strolling students before quickly following after him.
The journey ended up quite long because every time we saw a teacher, I had to pretend I was sick and Laken held me up like I was about to facepalm. Honestly I should've. Maybe even taken him down with me.
We reached a storeroom a few minutes later and he whipped out a key, quietly unlocking it. I silently questioned him as I went in after him and he closed the door behind us. In front of us, sat shelves upon shelves of random cleaning products and extra items.
There were random things scattered around and I think I even saw a packet of condoms shoved in the back.
"What is it?" I asked, confused.
"We are going to pull a little prank on dear old Henny," He gleefully answered, walking forward. He pulled a large gallon of clear glue from one of the shelves before disappearing near the back. He returned a few seconds later, with a bottle of pink glitter.
Neon pink to be specific.
"Oh, let's go." I grinned reaching for the glitter as he shook it excitedly. "He is so gonna freak." I chuckled.
