"Hey, how'd this door get here?" A slightly nasal voice came from outside our dark prison. "Quinn? That you?" Zoey went to the door. "Zoey?" Quinn sounded worried. "Why are you in there?" "Logan," I said dryly. "Can you get us out?" "No, there's no doorknob. But I can get you some light in there! Look under the door." A small slip of plastic came out from underneath the door. Zoey picked it up. "What's this?" "An auto-light. Throw it on the floor," Quinn replied. I heard shuffling and grunting as everyone moved aside in the small room. Zoey threw the plastic, and the entire room was filled with light. "Whoa!" I exclaimed. "Thanks, Quinn!" "No prob," she said, "but I'll try to get the dean out here. Maybe he has a crowbar or something." We heard her flip-flops clapping as she ran away. "Well, this is certainly an improvement," Dana said, squinting as her eyes adjusted to the light. "What time is it?" Zoey checked her watch.
"5:00."
"Oh, great!" Michael sighed. "I wanted to go to the beach today." Again I felt anger rising in my chest. "I'm going to DESTROY him," I growled.
"It's ok, I can go another day."
"No, I mean for me. I've got a bone to pick with Logan Reese."
"Prime rib?"
"Ha ha." I stood up and put my ear to the door. "I don't hear anyone coming...wait!" The sound of rushing feet could be heard coming towards the door. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of there pronto!" "It's Dean Rivers," Nicole breathed. "Way to go, Quinn!"
We were out of there before you could say 'Alejandro'. And guess what? Logan was the one who got in trouble! Confined to his room for a week! Considering all the great stuff at PCA, that was a big punishment! There was some time left before we had to go to our dorms for the day, so we all (including Quinn) went to the beach to celebrate. They told me of the time they'd gotten stranded on the beach all day, but had a good time anyway! (I didn't know Logan was afraid of worms...har har) But our victory was short-lived.
I was waiting for Nicole outside the movie theatrea week later. We were going to see Zathura, but she had insisted on Legally Blonde. Oh, joy. But let's cut to the part when Logan smacked me in the head with his backpack. It didn't hurt (at ALL) but I was still mad. "What'd you do that for?" "Because you got me in trouble!" Logan was in desprate need of acting classes. He didn't look at all intimidating.
"ME? YOU'RE the one who locked us in a closet!"
"I didn't, the kid did!"
"Oh, the kid you PAID to lock us up!"
"Duh."
"Don't 'duh' me, Mr. Boofhead."
"Who you calling Mr. Boofhead?"
"You...boofhead."
"That's it!"
Maybe I went a bit too far, because suddenly Logan was all fists and jabs. But I was wrong. He was such a bad fighter that whenever came a chance to hit me, he'd miss and hit the air. Oh, well, the air can take the damage. Sighing, I gave him a disdainful look. "Why not just give up? You're making a fool of yourself." He stopped punching the air, but glared at me and stormed away. Nicole came up a few seconds later and said, "You just fought him?"
"Nah, he fought the air."
That's it. Don't expect another update till around next week, got to go to michigan.