Buried Alive

Chapter Seven

We all sat together in the back.

Ten minutes into class, I saw I paper plane fly out of Brian's hand.

What the fuck is he thinking?

The airplane flew straight into the teacher's head.

She whirled around.

"Who threw this!?", she picked up the airplane off the floor. "Who threw this!?" , she repeated.

"I saw Michael throw it when you were writing, Mrs, Briggs." Brian said with an innocent expression on his face.

I would have believed him if I had not seen he had thrown it and the evil sparkle in his eye.

Michael's eyes widened and his mouth was opening and closing.

"What!? I didn't do that!", he yelled.

He looked around the room as if waiting for someone to help him.

"Michael! Go to the principal! Now!", Mrs. Briggs yelled angered.

"But-"

"Get out! Now!", she yelled again.

"But it wasn't me!" He yelled indignantly.

"If I have to tell you one more time, I'm gonna call security!" Mrs. Briggs threatened.

Michael huffed.

"Bye Michael!" Brian said and smiled.

"That was great!" I whispered to Brian.

"Payback's a bitch", he laughed.