“Sturla
where are you?”
It
was an odd question to ask while entering his room. Sturla, his best friend and
neighbor, popped his head out from under the bed with an expression of panic
plastered across his face.
“Biff,
how the hell are we gonna get out of here?”
A
little less than two hours ago Biff had received a call from Sturla. Biff was
entering the weight room at his school to blow off some steam. He had just
taken his third final and he needed to stop studying. He checked his phone and
found two missed calls back to back from his best friend Sturla. He immediately
called him back.
“Yo
Biff”
“Yo
what’s good?”
“Do
you know if anyone is home at your house?”
Well
that was an odd question.
“Uhh…
no I don’t think so. My mom is teaching until normal time and my dad is at
work. Why, whatsup?”
Sturla
mumbled something and Biff heard a high-pitched giggle on the other line.
“Well,
uhh, I’ve got Darla with me.”
“Oh
that’s cool, garage code is 9601 and I’ll be coming home in about an hour or
so, so do whatever just be a bro and don’t make out on my bed please.”
“Will
do man, thanks for the spot.”
An
hour later Biff was heading home with his sister, Sara, making sure to text
Sturla when he left school to give him and Darla ample time to get out of the
house. It was a quite car ride home as usual until the buzzing began.
“Biff
your phone is blowing up, who keeps texting you so much?”
Biff
quickly grabbed his phone, opened the messages all from Sturla, and immediately
starting laughing. “Oh my god”; “We heard a noise downstairs”; “The door just
opened”; “Who the (EXPLITIVE) is at your house?”; “What the hell”; “Oh my god
they are coming upstairs”.
Biff
pulled into the driveway to the familiar view of the cleaning ladies’ car.
“Sara,
Sturla is here getting a book he needs for his final exam tomorrow,” Biff
explained. “I’m gonna go grab him.”
And
there he stood, in his room figuring out how to get his friend and his girl out
of the house without being seen. Speaking of the girl…
“Where’s
Darla dude?”
A
small, weak “I’m right here!” crept from the closet door.
“How
the hell are we getting out of here?”
“Oh
Hi Sturla!” said Sara, who was prancing up the stairs.
“Hey
Sara, just looking for a book in here!”
Now
that’s best friend telepathy right there.
Escape
routes and plans were speeding through Biff’s head. What he needed was to
distract Sara or get her downstairs or get her out of the way…
“Biff
why is the bathroom floor all wet? Ugh, why do I always clean up after you?”
“Darla
now!”
Darla
jumped out of the closet and tip toed as fast as she could past the bathroom
where Sara was scrubbing the floor dry and into Biff’s parent’s room.
“Biff,
what about the cleaning ladies!?”
“Sturla,
go downstairs and open the front door. Darla, don’t move until I tell you to.”
“Biff,”
Sara angrily exclaimed, “Your clothes from yesterday are still on the bathroom
ground, are you really gonna make the cleaning ladies clean up after you? This
is pathetic.”
She
stormed off downstairs with the pile of clothes to put them in the laundry bin.
It was now or never.
“Now!”
Darla
sprinted from her hiding spot behind the wall right down the stairs and right
out of the door, followed by Sturla. As they sprinted across the lawn to the
car, Sturla looked back at Biff and a large smile covered his face. Just some
partners in crime at it again.
Jack Keffer
Mr. O’Brian
British Literature E
October 20, 2013
“You
will be taking the SAT in room 104. Best of luck!”
Lee
didn’t need luck: he had Brett. Well, technically speaking, Brett wasn’t right
there with him, but he could hear him alright. “That was one fat teacher my
friend” Brett said.
It
was really Lee’s father that Lee should credit. After all, it was he who made
the technology that made it possible for Brett to see through Lee’s eyes and
speak into Lee’s ear. Never before had earpieces and cameras been so small that
people couldn’t see them. And it was also his father’s $500 just casually
sitting around that Lee had stolen to pay Brett for his service.
“This
is easily the most badass thing we have ever done. I just hate that I have to
take this God damn test again.”
It’s not like it’s a challenge for you thought
Lee. You already aced it, you can do it
again.
Lee
walked into room 104 and found dirty desks and some miserable looking people in
them. He strategically sat in the back left corner of the classroom, where no
proctor or student would be able to see the miniscule black earpiece in his
left ear. The camera was placed in between his left eye and his nose and looked
like a tiny pimple. This is going to
work, and I don’t have to do a damn thing…
The
proctor entered the classroom with a suspicious air following her in. Her eyes
were filled with skepticism and the scowl on her face screamed “fear me”.
“Dude,
that is one scary female” whispered Brett.
The
proctor, whose name according to the board was Ms. Fish, sat down at the desk
and slammed her books down on the table.
“There
will be absolutely no cheating during this SAT or else you will be sent home
immediately if caught. Do I make myself clear?”
A
loud gulp bellowed from Lee’s throat.
Ten
minutes later Lee found himself opening up the SAT booklet to the first test.
“Here we go buddy, let me do the thinking and you just do the circling” Brett
said.
Everything
was running smoothly until Ms. Fish started to walk around the room. With every
slow step, her high heels sent a resounding click echoing around the room. It
was driving Lee mad. His body became increasingly warmer until he started to
develop a sweat and his eyes darted every time he heard those high heels clicking.
Brett kept coming with the answers and Lee kept circling them.
The
high heels stopped and Lee’s heart skipped a beat. Ms. Fish was standing right
next to his left side.
“Sir,
what is that on your ear?”
It
was over. She had caught him and he would never pass high school or get into
college. His family would disown him and Brett would be just as screwed. Tears
welled in his eyes as he awaited the screaming and screeches from this
terrifying woman.
“You’ve
got paint on ear! Why on earth do you have paint on your ear?!”
His
heart started beating again. Blood started to pump into his body as he regained
his senses and his mind.
“Oh
I was painting my room last weekend and my brother decided it would be funny to
paint my ear.”
“Well
isn’t that wonderful! I love painting don’t you?!”
A
wide smile replaced the frown on her face as she strutted away from the desk.
Lee checked his heartbeat, chuckled lightly in relief, and continued taking his
test.
