Cockroach Chick

Chapter 11: gun it

After plenty of failed atempts of trying to force myself to fall back into a fairly shallow slumber, I raised myself off my bed with a sigh. I carelessly threw open my  bathroom door and walked in, pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it onto the cold floor. I then stripped myself of the rest of my clothes, and walked into the shower. I turned on the faucet, letting the piping hot water cleanse my body, as if purifying me. Taking away all the sickness and pain my body carried.

As I stood there, scrubbing my skin with the limp wash cloth, I was dragged back into my thoughts. You see, it may surprise you, but I'm not all that stupid. I know for a fact this whole mision crap, might damn well kill me. That, I can handle. What I can't handle, is losing Drue... Nor Steven, nor Jaquilene. I swear, if there is a God, he'd have to beg my forgiveness. He couldve taken me with Brandon and mom. Instead he has me here, staring Kim Possible. It's pathetic that I'm whining, I know. Just kills me to know that suicide isnt the answer, cause I sure as hell know it would be easy. Whoa, you didnt expect that one, huh? Whatever...

As I finished my shower, I turned the faucet to the right, stopping the flow of water. I then grabbed my vivid yellow towel and dried myself off thoroughly. After putting on my undergarments, I quickly slipped on my black skinny jeans, and a faded red Paramore T. I still remembered how much my brother loved them, in fact he was the one who got me this shirt at one of her concerts. Mind you, I was only 2 when he got it. All I can really say is that he has some amazing "guestimation" skills, considering the shirt was only a tad bit tighter on me, yet wasn't too short or too long.

I sat myself down on the edge of my bed, and put on some socks, followed by my converse. I walked back into the restroom, realizing I still needed to brush my teeth, and did just that. As I walked of the toileted cubicle, I glanced at the clock.

"Nine thirty"

I sat there quietly, begging for time to pass quicker and quicker. It then hit me... Why not just go get the gun now?

I nearly leaped off of my bed, and made a bee-line for the door. I creaked it open, then slipped out of it silently, closing it behind me. I tip-toed down the hall, reaching into my back pocket for the map Drue handed me earlier (which I remembered to pack last night). Pulling it out, I heard the shot of a rifle, which nearly caused me to jump out of my skin.

"Fucking piece of shit.." I muttered to myself picking up the map I dropped seconds ago from the incident. Making my second take of reading it, I continued to walk onward. Realizing I was going the opposite direction, I turned on my heals and continued to walk fourth toward Ms. Puffer-bitches office.

Reaching her door, I tucked the map back into my pocket. I grabbed for the handle, and slowly went to turn it.

As I tried turning it, it wouldn't rotate a bit. Locked. Of course. I sighed in disbelief. Not of the door being locked, but noting that I didn't think of this scenario occurring sooner. I kicked the door, then gasped as it reoccurred to me that everyone was asleep. As I kicked it, I did notice something strange. Something silver, shiny; reflecting the light that hit it. I reached down to pick it up...

Nothing but a bottle cap. I threw it back onto the ground and groaned as I grew  impatient.

"think, dumbass, think.... Think..." I repeated, picking up the bottle cap, then examining it closer. Finding nothing, I shoved it into my pocket. Near the surrender of hope, it occurred to me. I pulled out the bottle cap and dropped it on the floor. I then stomped on it rapidly, flattening it out. I then picked it back up, holding it between my fingers as if it was gold. I then wedged the flat metal between the crook of the door, and pushed it the opposite direction of the spring latch. As I did so the spring latch pulled back into place, and the door creaked open.

I truly felt like letting myself fall to the floor, and begin doing the worm, but I held my excitement in, knowing this only had began.

I closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it, then looked up to the clock hanging on the wall. Nine, forty-five. Still have some time. I began to open her filing cabinets, pushed up against the northern wall. finding nothing, I moved back to her desk, opening the first top  drawer. Then the lower ones nest to it. Sliding the first and third drawer, I found absolutely nothing of use. Then opening the third drawer I hit the jack pot. No, not the gun, but a roll of around 8 $2o.oo's. I smiled brightly, stuffing it into my pocket. I closed that drawer, and opened the fourth.

...

 You'd expect out of all people she would keep that gun in a safe, moron kept it in her fourth drawer. Not that I'm complaining.

I lifted the pistol out of the drawer, weighing it in my hand. Quite heavier than I thought. It would be easy enough to carry, and shoot I imagined... I pulled on the magazine release, letting it fumble out of my hands, and fall onto the floor loudly. As you can imagine, I haven't used a gun in a while. I crouched down picking the magazine back up. I counted the bullets in the magazine carefully.

Eight.

Hope Drue's satisfied with that.

I tucked the gun into my pants, and looked back up at the clock 9:58

"Oh shit."

I continued searching through that last drawer and found only another 2 magazines, and what happened to be another magazine.... only without a plastic cover... and it seemed the bullets were bigger and different. I picked them all up and shoved them down my pants without hesitating. Drue will clear it up for me later on anyway.

I then found a small tin box that weighed a bit more than imagined, and stuffed it straight down my pants too. It can hold bullets for all I know. I swiftly got up and glared at the clock, yet again.

Ten, twenty-five

I blinked in disbelief. Times running by quicker than usual.

I headed straight out that door, and sprinted down the hallways, finding my way back to my dorm. Totally disregarding the amount of sound I probably just created, I walked into my room, closing the door behind me softly. As if that'd make a difference now.

I took everything out of my pants and  pulled open my underwear drawer. Pulling out everything in it, I laid out all my clothes on my bed, and placed the items into the drawer. All except the tin can. I opened it and frowned looking into the box. Some bobby pins, and some more....bottle caps... Strange... I closed the tin can and placed it in the drawer. I then placed all my clothes back into the drawer, burying my items. I closed my drawer and threw myself onto my bed. Tomorrow is relaxation day. Day we have off to ourselves, other than having to share breakfast and dinner, like the family we are here. I shut my eyes, waiting for Ms. Pufferman to come through door any minute.

Ten minutes later, I look at the clock. Turns out I read incorrectly. It's NOW turning 1o:25.

I shrugged and closed my eyes again, drifting into the shallow sleep I deeply needed.