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Day Eight – Saturday
Jamie and the other kids were watching cartoons when Scott came in and picked him up, carrying him up to my room without so much as saying a word. He kicked open the door and started making noise, waking me up and scaring the hell out of Jamie.
"I can be fun!" He said. "I can break the rules!"
"What da hell?" I asked groggily.
"Everyone hates me and thinks I don't know how to have fun. Well I do. We're going to break into the school today." He said. I swear, I thought I was about to piss on myself from laughing so hard. He is the team leader though and I wasn't about to say no.
Wait, that's a lie. I just thought it would be fun. And Jamie, he's up for anything. I love that kid.
So, we got dressed and snuck out of the mansion, Scott watching my sneaky moves as we dodged the security system. Scott had already parked his car a couple of blocks away, something that surprised me. I wasn't aware he had the balls for such a stunt. We parked two blocks away from the school and snuck in near the gym. Jamie smirked as he picked his first real lock, the three of us walking into the dark gym and turning on the lights. The floor was being replaced, and there were several jars of the sealant around, stinking the room up fairly badly. We ran across the floor quickly and went into the rest of the school.
We were walking down the hall when Scott stopped. "This is Pietro's locker." He gave a sour look. "Blow the lock."
I charged the lock and we back up as it was blown into the wall opposite the locker. Scott began to snoop through Pietro's things. "I knew it! He's such a cheater. Cheat this, Pietro." Scott took his sunglasses off and blasted the locker to kingdom come.
"Hostile, mon ami?" I asked him.
"Yes. Now let's find Fred's locker. That tub of fat was mean to Jeannie!" He said, with anger that surprised even Jamie. "I think this is it." He said.
"Non, dis be Kitty-kat's locker." I said as he went to the next locker. "Blow this lock, Remy." I nodded and did as he asked, only to find we'd blown the wrong locker open. One hour and over 140 lockers later, we finally found Fred's locker. Except, we didn't notice that it was across from a window, so when I charged the lock, it shattered the window. Jamie looked at me fearfully, but no alarm went off, so we went back to what we'd been doing.
"Let's go trash Kelly's office," Scott said.
I had no idea Scott could be such a rebel. It was just so shocking to see him in destructive mode. And so, so, so funny. We followed him down the hall to Kelly's office and watched as he roughly ripped a drawer out of the cabinet and pulled out his file. He read it out loud before incinerating it.
"Scott Summers – leader of a mutant faction, possibly ADHD." He laughed. "Possibly pissed off." The file burned as he dropped it.
And then we heard police sirens. We ran full speed through the school, I was carrying Jamie and Scott was cursing up a storm. I really like Bad Boy Scott. He slipped on the broken glass and cut one of his hands, so I stopped and pulled him up, quickly resuming our sprint to freedom. We made it all the way to the back door of the gym when three police officers met us in the doorway. Scott was looking over his shoulder and didn't see them, so he ran right into one of them. His sunglasses were knocked off and a single blast escaped from his eyes as he stumbled back.
The blast went right into the flammable cans of lacquer, which exploded and quickly spread fire to the rest of the gym. By the time I realized what was going on again, we were handcuffed.