I try not to make much noise as I grasp onto the window ledge. This would be such a waste of time if Uriah happens to open the window, but I can't tell him what's up. I've been planning too long for it to go wrong. The plan was working great until he and the other came back from Candor earlier than expected. Zeke is actually not a bad actor, but Uriah is still suspicious. As I think about all of this, my left hand slips off the ledge. I have to make a decision, quick. I glance at my surroundings. I can't let go, it's too high of a drop with nothing to cushion my fall. I can't go left or right either, so I just prop my hand back up to the ledge and hope. My hands start to get sweaty. I hear the conversion going on in Uriah and Zeke's room.
"Dude, you're hiding something." Uriah. "Just tell me what it is! You know I'll find it. Whatever it is, it's not in the closet, under my bed, in your pockets, under the covers, or anywhere. The only other place is…"
I somehow feel his glance towards the window. Think fast, Mar, think fast. The corner. Of course, the corner! I swing myself to the right and notice another ledge. But it's to the same room. Maybe there's another window over there. Wait, the curtains are closed on my window. So I can climb to the window above! With lightning speed I pull myself up and plant my feet on the ledge and my hands on the window above. I launch myself up and roll through the already open window as I hear Uriah open the window. I seem to be in Lauren's room. And guess who's in it? Lauren. And Peter. On the bed. Making out. They seem pretty into it, so they don't notice me. I decide to keep it that way, so I tiptoe out the door and decide to wipe that memory from my mind. Or not. I could use it as blackmail. I take out my iPhone and snap a picture and even record a 5 second video of them. Sweet, now Peter will get what he deserves. And if Lauren messes with me, I can rearrange that. Whew, that was close. I search my pockets to make sure it's still with me. I sigh with relief to see that it's still there. I should go to Zeke so he can see that I escaped. Then he won't spill it, if he hasn't already. I rush over to Uriah's room and swing the door open. "Hey Uriah! How was it?"
"It sucked; the food was bad and the party was more of a meeting. Not my style. Zeke, just tell me what you're hiding!"
"Ok, I ate your last pop tart."
"You WHAT? Arghhh!" Uriah throws himself at Zeke, and they start to wrestle. I can't help but crack a grin. Uriah sure loves his pop tarts. I continue down the hall and down the stairs to my room, where Lynn asks me what happened. I tell her the story as she agrees to help me with the planning. It's funny how Uriah doesn't even know what day it is.