The Key
Danny, Sam and Tucker sat in detention, bored. After the shaving cream incident, they had received a week's detention.
Mr. Lancer picked up his vibrating cell phone. "Hello...what? Ok, I'll be right over."
The trio looked up curiously. Mr. Lancer stood up and grabbed his briefcase. "There's an emergency I have to attend to. So stay and your seats and DON'T leave this room." Lancer ordered.
'Is everything ok?" Sam asked in concern.
Lancer softened at the genuine worry in the Goths tone. "Yes, Ms. Manson. I should be back in thirty minutes." As he left, he didn't notice he dropped something. Danny waited until Mr. Lancer left the parking lot before he jumped out of his seat and studied the object.
"What is it?" Sam asked.
Danny picked up the slim silver key. "It's a key. I wonder what it opens."
Tucker grinned slyly. "Why don't we find out?"
Danny frowned. "I don't know Tuck. Lancer said to stay in this room. I don't want another week's detention."
"He won't be back for thirty minutes. We'll be back before Lancer notices we're gone." Tucker persuaded.
"Ok. Sam, you coming?"
"Someone needs to keep you two out of trouble." Sam got up and followed her friends into the hallway.
The three went through the entire school, top to bottom, trying every lock. Along the way, Tucker knocked over a sack of flour, covering him head to toe in white powder. Sam spilled a bottle of dish soap, getting it all in her hair. Danny tripped over a cord in the AV room, hitting his head off a TV stand and gaining a nasty black eye.
Defeated, the trio made their way back to detention, and froze in horror when they saw Mr. Lancer standing in front of the doorway. In the quest to find out what the key unlocks, they had forgotten to watch the time.
Lancer kept a stern look on his face as the beaten trio walked up to him. Sam smelt like flowers, Tucker looked like a ghost (HA!) and Danny's right eye was black, purple and blue.
"Well?" Lancer asked.
Danny sighed. "We found the key that you dropped and were curious as to what it opened."
"We tried everything!" Tucker complained.
"And I'm gonna be spending the next three days washing dish soap outta my hair!" Sam scowled. She looked up at the slightly amused teacher. "So, Mr. Lancer, what does it open?"
Lancer smirked. "I was going to lock the door behind me when I left, but forgot and must have dropped the key." He took the silver object from Danny and opened the door to the detention room.
Danny, Sam and Tucker spent another week in detention, and Mr. Lancer had a good laugh.