The Firefly Field Theory

|8| Quit It With The Acronyms: Part I

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PART I:

I duck immediately and prop myself on my knees, palms resting on the carpet.

Z says to Bravo in a hushed tone, “Got everything? Where is he?”

I slowly crawl my way under the dining table and Annie follows. I am so glad these people have the kind of dining table all dressed up like a nun. The table cloth reaches down to touch the floor and hides the four legs completely. This proves very useful in hiding me and Annie as we sit closely under the table with purposes of eavesdropping on these guys.

My actions and position stir something in my memory. I remember being in this very situation before. In freshman year I used to hide under a table covered with a white cloth, in the gym before first period in hopes to avoid the ultimate bully couple (Steve and Martha), this continued for about a month until of course I was caught. Since the gym class instructor had banished Martha from the team (on account of the head but turned into head burst incident) as well as the land of polished wooden floorboard and benches, she was seldom allowed entrance by the janitor. And I figured she was probably searching the girls’ toilet because that is where wimps like me would hide. The last time I hid under the table a very unusual thing happened after a really long time, someone actually talked to me, and not just any someone a really cute someone. He introduced himself and then bent down and got under the table catching me completely off guard as I sat there eating my raisin bar.

“What are you doing?” he, Kellin had asked.

“Role-playing.”, I said. I was really surprised that he was speaking to me. That someone was speaking to me.

“As a?”, he asked me.

“Mouse.” I said. And he had laughed.

“Why mouse?” he then asked and I wondered for a moment if he didn’t know that Martha was after me. Everybody happened to know and enjoy this very much.

“Because everybody else is role-playing as Cats.” I said.

“What’s your name?” he asked with the friendliest smile I had ever seen directed to me.

“Jerry.” I said. And he laughed again, I almost chocked on my raisin bar. He was a really cool guy. And I could imagine us being friends. Imagine that chance being the pinnacle of my freshman year. But that never happened. And that is how he made it to my list.

Annie nudges my side and begins to crawl out, I hear the door creak open and Wall-e says something in a very low whisper that I barely make out.

“Ready?” Bravo whispers. Everyone is asleep so they are avoiding even the slightest noise, poor fellas me and Annie are about to ruin this little sneaky escape.

From under the tables’ tasteless skirt Annie is the first one to crawl out and stand up to get their attention.

“Annie, what were you doing under there? Go back to bed.”Bravo whispers and walks over to the table. That is when I push up the dangling cloth and poke my face out. Bravo jumps up in surprise.