Locker 2375 c4

Posted on | March 10, 2009 | 3 Comments

Locker 2375 c4

The Noise

After that morning thumb wrestle I had a nagging feeling that something was up!

The first clue was me loosing a thumb wrestle with my Dad.

Me losing is about a likely as seeing a flying camel in art class, ok English, well maybe in science… you get the idea.

Once Dad was out of sight I tentatively sized up my locker.

I had been in it not more than 10 minutes ago and all seemed to be in order.

I was sure if I cracked the locker open it would be a whole different story.

It took me a while and 3 detentions to come to the conclusion that there was something off about my locker.

The first time I began to get suspicious was when we were sitting in English class reading a poem about a chocolate cake.

Not any chocolate cake but a flying chocolate cake with green icing.

There is little doubt that Ms. Shelley our English teacher is mad, and I don’t mean angry.

If you were not a bit mad would you have a class read a poem about a chocolate cake, then buns, then bread and finally pasta, all chocolate, and then find a link to Shakespeare and the Merchant of Venice?

The guy had to eat Ms. Shelley said and what did her eat?
You’ve got that right!

Well it was in the middle of that very poem, line 74 to be exact, when Ana looked at me and then Kevin looked at me and I looked at then and figured that someone was once again eating too many beans for lunch and again I was catching the blame for the odd odor in the room.

But I hadn’t farted, I save all those for science class there are fume hoods there.

The questioning glares were coming my way from the crack undercover commando team because they heard something in the hall.

Ms. Shelley was so busy describing how the green icing rolled off the plate and onto the hand of Shakespeare as he wrote pretty much every poem that she didn’t see Ana take a look out the window using a mirror attached to a telescopic pencil and some kind of computer gizmo on her mobile phone wrist watch.

The hall was clear she signaled as the class began to get wrestles and a bit hungry as the poem now moved onto some other sweet food item, all of the poems in the class had been about some kind of food that has a calorie count of at least 1500 a serving.

Kevin slipped a funny looking hose to Ana that she plugged into her watch and the hose, like a snake, slithered under the door of the class and into the hall.

As Ms. Shelley seemed to come back to earth and do a bit of yodel, like something out of the sound of music, Kevin signaled to pull the snake back and everyone broke into a state of hysteria as the clock counted down to home time.

Just as the bell went Ms. Shelley shouted, “about time, oh did I say that out loud or in my head”, I passed her a package of well-expired Oreos to which she thanked me and ran out of the class as if she had fire ants in her pants.

Abdullah was laughing with a sly grin in the corner of the class, the same Abdullah who put a squirrel in Ms. Shelly’s desk, making me think that there was a good chance those fire ants were there.

Well Ana, Kevin and myself huddled in the corner and the discussion returned to the sound.

There was no doubt the sound had come from my locker.

But Kevin had been watching it all day because he wanted the Oreos so he knew there was nothing in it that might make such a racket.

Sam’s locker maybe.

Sam had been know to leave a kiwi bbq in his locker for over 40 days and aside from an interesting smell there seemed to be books and things moving.

And what was really cool was that everything was covered in an orangey moss that had a striking resemblance to Elmo!

But my locker was clean and Kevin could certify that.

Just as we were going to go and give the locker a good kick and open it like we were samurai there was a huge scream and panic in the hall.

Our first thought was that Ms. Shelley had forgotten where she put down the packet of Oreos, but no the commotion was coming from way down the hall close to the ping pong table.

Standing in front of her locker Erin could not believe her eyes.
The locker was empty. Nothing was in it.

No books, no lunch, no shoes NOTHING, absolutely nothing.

Well not absolutely nothing there was a scratch mark of sorts that if you cupped your hands over your eyes to shade them from the florescent lights looked like it said 2375.

MAAAAAAAAX was what was being screamed in the hallway.

As I ran to the end of the hall thinking I had won some sort of voucher I saw Ms. Shelley standing there, looking and tapping her long freshly manicured fingers, with one slightly chipped nail reflecting light into my eyes and almost blinding me.

“Young man explain this!”

“Uhhhh, maybe when you were reading the poem your nail got caught on a page?”

“Oh what, oh what have I done to deserve this”, Ms. Shelley said looking at her finger and then pulling a bit of Oreo cream out from under a fingernail.

“Young man why is your locker number in this absolutely spotless locker which 35 minutes ago had so much stuff in it that it might have been a fire hazard?”

Ana looked at me, Kevin looked at me and in unison whispered, “you’re on your own”.

“Uhhhh maybe Mr. Howsley has taken the stuff to use as a cultural display?”

“Young man march” Ms Shelley said.

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