Chapter 3

"Hazon," whispered Palo. Hazon snored and rolled to the side of the wall on his bed.

"Hazon!" Palo whispered a little louder. Hazon wouldn't budge. Palo groaned. Why did he have a roommate that was such a deep sleeper? He gave Hazon a hard kick to his backside.

"AAHH!" Hazon jumped up. "I didn't do it!"

"Ssshhh! Do you want to get in trouble? Do you want to add isolation next to detention? Well do ya?"

"Jeez, no. Sheesh,"

"C'mon. If we get to the teachers desk, we're bound to find the answers. And, you're doing the easy part. You're only keeping watch,"

"That's more dangerous. I'll be caught first you know," Hazon quietly motioned for Palo to come. He and Palo were criminal masterminds in academic standards. But in a way, they were good criminals. They gave the answers to the dumb and stupid and the ones who paid them the most money. Where they got the money in this old boarding school was a mystery.

They got to the classroom. It was pitch black. Palo grabbed his penlight and pressed it on.

"I think I hear the angels' chorus," Hazon said.

"Shut up doofus. The sooner we do this, the faster we're home free. Get the picture. Now keep watch,"

"Yes sir," Even with there barely any light, Hazon imagined Palo's face pale and trembling. He knew he only tried to act tough when he was just really a baby. Hazon sighed and leaned on the wall next to the door.

Palo was busily digging through the different files of paper. Hazon wished there was more action. He yawned and looked outside. His wish came true.

A man wearing a black robe made eye contact with Hazon. No. Why? Hazon thought. Mr. Na was headed his office. Palo, Mr. Na's coming. At times like these, he wished telepathy was real.

Suddenly, he felt a rush through him. Like a sugar rush but he felt it go past him. What the, he thought when he saw the air build up in front of him and plummet toward the teacher.

Mr. Na managed to yell, "Hazon!" before he shot back first to the wall leaving a teacher size hole in it.

"What happened?" Said Palo clutching the test answers as he stood next to Hazon. Then he saw the hole. "Hazon, I swear, if you become a murderer…"

"I didn't kill anyone," Hazon whispered. "But I'm pretty sure he's out cold."

"How did you…"

"What makes you think I did anything," Hazon turned to face Palo.

"Well, the hole in the wall says a whole lot, don't you think?"

"Shut up," Hazon shoved him. "Maybe he won't remember anything that happened,"

"Cross fingers. Cross everything,"

Hazon nodded and they headed back to their room.

The next morning, when Hazon joined Palo at the cafeteria, they saw Mr. Na giving them the evil eye.

"I thought I said to cross everything," Palo whispered to Hazon.

"I did, but crossing doesn't work all the time," Hazon replied.

"Palo, Hazon," Mr. Na nodded to them. "My office, now,"

"You think he'll kill us? I mean, if we die, he'll be charged for murder. But, well, you almost killed him last night. So maybe…"

"Shut up!" Hazon turned to face his friend. All right, I tell you what happened if you just stop talking," When he saw Palo nod, he continued. "Something happened last night and I got Mr. Na in that hole, all right?"

Palo nodded and backed away from Hazon as if at any moment, he'd knock him out too.

"C'mon. It was probably just a onetime thing."

"Yeah," Palo mumbled not sounding so sure.

When they entered his office, Mr. Na asked a few questions. Then he separated Palo and Hazon into two different rooms. Then he asked Hazon a question.

"How did you get me in that hole?"

Hazon turned white. He hadn't expected him to ask something from the conversation with Palo.

"Uh…,"

"If you please Hazon, I have but only a few minutes," Then Mr. Na clapped his hands. Two men appeared from the other room grabbing Palo by the arms with a knife to his throat. Palo's eyes were as big as saucers filled with fear.

Hazon comprehended the scene. If he didn't tell Mr. Na what happened, his friend would die.

"The clock is ticking, Hazon," The two burly men pressed the knife closer to Palo's throat.

Hazon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If it happened once, it can happen again.