Man in the Wall (Who is he?)

Chapter 1 - Not like I have a choice

There's no turning back now.

Of all things to go wrong in life, this can't be one of them. With my right hand firmly placed on the handle of an unauthorised door, I realize I alone have sealed my fate shut.

Click.

"Vivian, we shouldn't be doing this! If we're caught, It'll be both our souls," a voice hisses beside me and I have the sudden urge to mute vocals.

Which certainly wouldn't be friendly of me and I do believe in the saying 'communication is key'. However, in this case communication wastes time and our time happens to be extremely limited. Not to mention irreplaceable.

One foot after the other, at the speed of light, we scurry into restricted territory that smell of pollen, coffee and tawdry deodorizer.

Try and try I might to hush the panic stricken 18-year-old, whom I love dearly, although that love is currently being scrutinized with a fine tooth comb, my success rate is brought down to a complete and utter zero. "Vivian, please!" she begs, stopping us in our tracks, latching onto my arm as if her life depended on this very crucial moment.

It's not everyday that one has the sudden drive to rip hair from scalp. "Jessica, I love you, but you're really going to have to shut it." I state staring straight into her eyes.

Turning back to the task at hand I continue, "Besides, I'm doing this for all of us. It's not like I have a choice..."

Today is the second week of the new school year, and so far nothing interesting has happened. Not a single thread of entertainment. It being our last year of high school, a band of practical jokers and gremlins combined have decided that a couple of pranks should do the trick.

Everyone, from jocks to geeks, were assigned a prank task and today happens to be the day to accomplish them. The others have done their part well and were all set and ready.

The 30+ white mice, that we acquired, were placed in the ceiling above the cafeteria.

Signs were placed on doors redirecting classes around.

Queen size mattresses were thrown in the swimming pool.

Alarm clocks were scattered at random - hidden of course - and set to go off at different times throughout the day.

All that's left is me.

Yes, I've been given a task as well, and no, I'm not your typical teenage rebel nor prankster. My foot stood on solid ground for two days refusing participation, but their adamant selfs wouldn't take no for an answer.

Now here I am, with my lifelong best friend, about to throw laxative in the staff's soup. Jessica is supposed to be keeping an eye out making sure no one comes our way. However, she's inside, attached to my side and trembling profoundly. I presume it's safe to say it's not working out as well as I had hoped.

"Are you done yet?" she questions, eyes glued to the main door. I look down to her shaky hands wrapped around my right upper arm, her body plastered to mine and laughter threatens to break free.

"I could be, but it's near impossible since we've somehow become conjoined twins." I reply slightly humoured with her fear since she's the one who chose this task.