The Fugitive
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"Fore!" The golf club smacked the ball so hard it looked as if it could fly. Unfortunately the golf ball landed in the new glass mosaic of Hollywood Arts. Crash, Beep, Beep… Meow. "Ummm… That wasn't supposed to do that." Andre exclaimed with a look of fear forecasted on his face. Andre contracted a chill from his spine to his trembling legs with horror. He didn't have that kind of money to pay for a new wall constructed of metal pieces.
"What just happened?" Tori shouted to Andre as if his life was in danger.
"Why?"
"You should hide right now!" Slam, Crack, Boom.
"YOU… you broke my baby!" Trina screamed at the top of her lungs as she walked into the room. Her boots stomped the ground as if she was in the army. Her usual luscious hair was now covered in glass. Trina observed the scene to find Andre holding a five iron golfing club. She balled her hand into a fist and charged. Her anger was as furious as someone taking the last fajita on fajita Friday. "How dare you golf right into the window of my new car? Prepare to die!" Before Trina could lay a finger on Andre, a huge yell escaped from someone's lips.
"Stop sniffing my hair!" Jade screamed. "What's wrong with you?" Jade pushed Sinjin with so much force he was knocked into Beck, who fell on Cat, who fell on Robbie, who fell on Sikowitz just like the domino effect. As the students and Sikowitz were falling a sight so horrific occurred. A sight so sad Sikowitz cried. A sight so horrible Andre played a sad tune on his piano locker. It was none other than spilled coconut milk.
"My coconut!" Sikowitz wept as he tried to recover what was left of his Jamaican coconut. "No, why are the good ones always the first to go?" He leaned over and skimmed his hand on the coconut milk. It was as if all the happiness in his life was sucked right out of him. He was like a lost puppy that lost his favorite bone and was unsure what to do next.
"It'll be ok." Cat assured Sikowitz. Sikowitz then got up, sticky from the milk, and came back to reality.
"Jade, you owe me another coconut."
"It's not my fault Sinjin was sniffing my hair."
"But it smells so good." Sinjin exclaimed with a love struck face. He leaned in closer to Jade and Jade smacked him upside the head. Sinjin didn't comment, he knew he deserved it. Meanwhile Trina noticed she could land a free punch on Andre as he was distracted. Her face formed into one of an angry bull. Her nostrils were flaring, her boots clashing dust around her and of course Andre was wearing a red shirt. Oh Le. Once Trina started running she couldn't stop. The power of her mighty fist clashing against Andre's body left a dent on his piano. He slid off the wall slowly, then collapsing to cement ground. While everyone was arguing, a siren went off causing them to freeze like statues in their positions. Within seconds, a swat team came bursting through the windows. Metal doors flung down blocking every entrance and exit in the building. Flabbergasted by this event, not one person moved a muscle. They just stood and listened to the voice of the principal on the intercom.
"This is not a drill. Hollywood Arts is under lock down. There is a fugitive inside the building."
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