Chapter 1
Macey looked around to deserted halls and then back at me.
"Coast is clear." She whispered, and I didn't hesitate to lunge forward, quietly and quickly. I looked down the length of lockers.
210. No. I kept walking down. 236. No, but closer. I kept going. Ah, there it was.
Locker 243. The locker I've been looking for.
I looked to Macey, who was gesturing with her hands for me to go on and do it. So I did.
I used an unnamable tool from Macey's dad's toolbox he never uses, and broke off the lock. I opened the locker.
It was filled with crumbled papers and pieces of equipment for all different kinds of sports. There were different sport cards in the locker, and books covered in brown, plain paper filled the shelves. A sweaty sneaker greeted me with displeasure on the bottom of the horrible stank-bomb. Lovely.
But I finished the mission. Sure, I was holding my nose, but it was done. I did it.
And it was all worth it.
