Flash Fiction - 242 Words
|" Are you sure he forgot the briefcase?"
"Yes, he left it, I walked out of the room behind him, it's propped against his desk."
"Come on, I have to get that homework before he sees it. I don't know how the cartoon of him got mixed in with my assignment -
buggy eyes, droopy pants, hanging glasses, but the paragraph, if he reads it, I'm dead. 'Mr. R. the world's worst history teacher,
eats bugs and tortures kids.'"
"Listen, we're breaking into the school. This is serious, you made it sound so easy, if we get caught we're in big trouble."
"Turn the flashlight on, don't let it shine on any of the windows. Stay low. All we have to do now is get to the second floor, grab
my homework and get out of here. See that wasn't bad. Here we are, let's go, keep the light off the windows. There's his briefcase!"
"Why is the light flickering?"
" Nice joke, turn on the flashlight."
"I can't the batteries are dead."
"NO NO! Why did you turn the lights on, are you crazy?"
"Do you hear a siren?"
"Run, it's the police, we have to get out of here!"
"Young men! Stop! I said, Stop!"
" He's calling our parents, what are we going to do, they will kill us."
"Do you think it will help if we tell them my dad's the school janitor and that yours is the history teacher?"