Anarchy

Chapter 5: Mutiny

I got to Principal Meyer's office just in time to observe the fluttering of about 30 ducks before dipping around the corner to hide. Peaking my head out, I saw him bobbling towards the office, making his way past different groups of students as the hallway started to fill up.
I shrunk back behind the corner.

I wish I could say he looked happy to be here, but I can't lie; Principal Meyers takes the joy out of everything, especially school (as if it needs it). You see why he deserves to get pranked?

Poking my head around again, I saw him nearing the office. A couple more steps should do it...

...wait for it.....

"What in tarnation?!" he exclaimed upon seeing his office covered in fowl. He pulled his keys out from his pocket, fumbling with them, but nonetheless unlocking the door. He opened the door and entered—big mistake.

The balloon burst, dousing Principal Meyers and a couple of the ducks in green. The ducks, startled by the pop, starting flapping around the office, creating quite a ruckus. One of them, bless his little mallard soul, even flew straight into Principal Meyer.

Now, by this time, students had gathered around, attracted by the quacking and shouting coming from within the office.

With a final, "Stay back, devil creature!," Principal Meyer ran from the office, slamming the door behind him, but not before some of the ducks made their way through and started waddling through the hallways.

"Where is she?!" he yelled, searching among the students. Hmm. Wonder who he is talking about.

I was about to hide behind the corner again, when he caught my eye.

"You!"

"Who, me?" I asked innocently.

"Come. Here." he hissed.

"Uhh I'd rather not. Can't you see I have white shoes on? If I step over there, I'll get them dirty and then--"

Just then, I was interrupted by Sheriff Hopkins barging into school.

Might I add that he was also covered, head to toe, in green paint.

"Analise Connors!" he boomed.

Let me just pause here to say that seeing both Principal Meyers and Sheriff Hopkins doused in paint, slipping through the hallways, was probably one of my favorite things. Ever.

That is, until I realized they were chasing after me. At least I had the advantage; the soles of my shoes weren't covered in slippery paint.

As I ran through the hallways, I caught, out of the corner of my eye, Gracie Bennet opening her locker. Slowing down, I had just enough time to see her shocked face as she was covered in paint before speeding up and making my way to the pool, with Hopkins and Meyers still hot on my trail.

My plan is going just swimmingly, don't you think?

"Connors! Get back here!" I heard a winded principal shout from behind me.

Hmm. Let's think about this.

Should I keep running and finish my pranks? Or stop and turn myself in?

Hard decisions, hard decisions.

Not.

"No thanks!" I shouted over my shoulder, and sped on.

Reaching the doors leading to the pool, I flung them open and grabbed the canister of oil I had set aside last night.

Opening the lid, I poured it on the tiled floor, leaving a trail from the doors to the other side of the room.