The Great Escape

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(Picture of Jay up top)

'shhhht'

Light glared into the room from the sudden opening of window blinds. The light bounced off a large whiteboard and into a young boys eyes, effectively making him see stars. He jumped in surprise at the sudden intrusion in his retinas and covered his eyes. "What the hell?"

The teacher of the classroom pointed at the boy. "Language, Mr. Witwicky."

The Witwicky boy half smiled. "Sorry Mr. Hosney."

Mr. Hosney just shook his head, "Other Witwicky, you're up."

Another boy, somewhat similar to the other one, stood up in a rush. He carried a bag of objects up to the front of the class, dumping it on the small table.
Something shot past the first Witwicky and hit the other in the neck.

 Witwicky one turned in his seat, glaring at the group of idiotically giggling boys.

"Who did that? Responsibility people! And Jaymes, face forward."

Jaymes, aka Witwicky one, turned forward to face his brother; well twin, but same difference. He mouthed a small encouragement to his twin, who was visibly nervous. 'Go Sam!'

Sam let out a small, wobbly smile before finally stuttered out some words. 
"So, for my family genealogy project I chose mine and Jay's great-great-grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky. Very famous explorer."

Sam struggled to find something within the pile of stuff cluttering the desk. He eventually found a paper and unrolled it.
"In fact, he was one of the first to explore the Arctic Circle, which is a really big deal. In 1897 he took forty-one brave soldiers straight into the Arctic Shelf."

The Witwicky put the paper back into the bag. "So that's the story right? And here we have some of the basic instruments and tools used by the nineteenth century seamen."

Jay put his head down in his arms, partly in disappointment, but also to hide his giggles. 

Sam ignored the classes laughter and continued on. "This here is the quadrant, which you an get for eighty bucks. It's all for sale by the way. Like, uh, the sextant here."

Que the laughter again.

Jay groaned out a laugh. Sam was messing up so hard.

"Fifty dollars for this, which is a bargain. These are pretty cool. They're my grandfather's glasses."

This caught Jay's attention. He had always been rather fascinated by the glasses; mostly because they were one of the last things he got from his great-great-grandfather. It was the glasses and Archibalds old leather bound journal, but there was no way Jay was letting Sam get his hands on that.

"Are you going to sell me his liver? Mr. Witwicky, this isn't show and sell. This is eleventh grade. I don't think your grandfather would be proud of what you were doing."

"Sorry, sorry. It's just that this is going to my car fund. Is any one willing to buy? They're on E-Bay. I can take PayPal. Cold hard cash works too."

"Sam." Mr. Hosney was getting more fed up with his class by the second.

"Sorry. Uh, unfortunately, my great-great-grandfather, the genius that he was, ended up going blind and crazy in psycho ward, drawing these strange symbols and babbling about this, giant ice man, he thought he discovered."

On Sam's last word the bell rang. Jay stood up and hightailed it out of the room, barely hearing Mr. Hosney start talking. He knew Sam would get himself out of his situation.