𝐋𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙)

12

It's time to start the plan.

Around pitch darkness I can't see even the tiniest snippets. Never underestimate the sense of touch as I find the wall with my hands. My feet are a feline's trot, prancing silently around the night. Each paw gently presses the freezing floor stealthy enough to remain silent but sturdy enough to establish balance.

One step, two steps, three steps. I carefully probe any obstacles with my toes. Left foot in front, right foot in front. Each time my foot surpasses the other I use it to skim the surface for any physical object other than concrete.

Managing a few steps, drumsticks smash the drum inside my chest. My mouth sucks up a wave of breath at a snail like pace so no noise is emitted.

THUMP

Unfortunately my feet hit an unfamiliar object. I urgently grasp my lips and gently squeeze my cheeks to prevent a yelp of both pain and surprise.

From the depths of night a foreign noise intrudes. Suddenly an exoskeleton of stone has encased me, it's inflexible surface leaving me stupefied. It was a low tumble of a growl. I wait for it; for him to rise from slumber and beat me with his grimy octopus tentacles. As I recite my prayers the growling continues.

Turns out someone in this cell is an obnoxious snorer. Not that I just figured it out, someone occasionally makes sleeping an impossible task here.

And the object I accidentally bumped into was the array of cabinets. Using my adjusted nocturnal vision my eyes rack each and every cubby till I find the perfect book. Feeling the spine I hold it so close to my nose that it touches the spine.

Blinking a few times I check the name embedded in that area. My eyes react as they widen into saucers. A smirk slinks up my pink apples as I flip the book over so I can open the pages. Taking a random written piece of paper I flip into his notebook.

rip....rip.....rip

Within three quick and sly rips I tore the piece of paper.

I thought the phase was done but I forgot one thing. Mentally slapping myself I quickly place the book into the cubby next to its owner's.

Same procedure done for the next few books.

First phase done.

Now it's for the good part.

After gobbling up my breakfast I rush to the restrooms. The old days have returned as once I lock myself upon a stall and fish out my pen, and paper. The dejavu stopped when I held out a pack of gum.

The pack of gum is fresh and newly purchased and not a single piece is unwrapped. As I sit on the grimy floor next to the groggy, bacteria infested toilet, I lay out each piece of gum. I made sure to buy specifically white packaging so the writing could be easily seen.

First, lay the stolen pieces of homework on one side and the pieces of gum on the other. Second, I gently unwrapped every piece of gum and wrote a single sentence inside the wrappers. On the outside half of the wrappers I write the name of the receiver. Last but not least, I place the pieces of gum back into their ink scrawled wrappers and gently press the foil so the wrinkles vanish.

When I least expect it a knock echos through the restroom. Out of instinct I clutch onto my pen till my veins popped.

A small laugh rings from the knocker,

"Chill it's just me. You ready to get your ass beat or wut?"

***

"WHO THE HELL TOOK MY NOTEBOOK! IT HAD MY HOMEWORK!"