I have just lost a best friend. Great job, Grady. I buried my head into my hands. Why is my life such a mess? Why can't I have normal people's lives? That's just stupid. I picked up my phone and walked out of the locker room. And luckily, I.T. was there, walking out of the school gates.
Think, Grady, think! I ugred myself. Where is the nearest and quickest exit out of the school? I crouched down behind the janitor's cart and thought. Staircase B. Beside the lab. Nope. Way too far. Uhhhh the exit beside the music room. Nope. Even further away. Back doors. Dammit, even further. I paused for a moment, checking if I.T. was still here. And there he was, walking across the huge soccer field to the gates.
Think Grady!! I screamed in my brain. But then I paused, realising those were all the exits of the school. So this is the closest exit. I glanced up. I.T. would definetly see me. Shit. Just then, an idea popped up in my head.
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I walked out, feeling all weird in my new clothes. I grabbed a broom and walked out into the field. My heart thumped loudly against my chest as I pushed the janitor's tray, closer and closer. Wishing the plan would work, I jumped into the cart and let it slide to the middle of the field.
I peeked out from a little gap through the heaps of dirty clothes and cloths and found I.T. walking towards the cart. I carefully raised my phone through the crack. I felt I.T.'s presence but it didn't flip over the clothes. I focused the lenses and took a photo of it. I smiled. Finally. The janitor costume and smelly cart paid off.
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I cropped the photo into PhotoMan and waited it to load.
I gasped as I read through the informations about I.T..
Name: GastorBell Version 9000
Species: Robot from the U.S. navy.
Work: Spying.
Sends information about said person back to the U.S. navy.
Runs at abnormally fast speed, can detech everyone's information from metallic brain.
I could not believe it. If this app is running the right way then...then I.T. was never a person. I.T. was always a robot. Always an it. And it is still on its mission to spy on someone for the U.S. Navy, spying on someone in our school.
The next thing I needed to do is to find out who it is spying on.
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Sorry for making you wait for such a long time but this chapter is a bit tricky ahahaha
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I.T.
General FictionI.T., as in Idiotic Trash, is the biggest freak at school. No one likes him, wait, no. It. Not even me. In fact, I hate it. A new semester has started. And I'm seated right next to it.
