The Last Chapter of Locker #2375

Posted on | May 27, 2009 | No Comments

as always remember this is a ROUGH draft.

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We Blinked.

There we were, standing with our backs against the wall, staring at the crack of light coming through the door, waiting.

It was odd that the light was shining directly onto the locker and exactly onto the nameplate, Geyomi.

I was counting, I thought in my head, until Kevin elbowed me and let out a big Shhhhhhhhh.

“What do you think, are we safe for now”, Omar said looking more worried than usual.

Then, from deep in the filter room we heard the sound of a door opening and what sounded like cans falling from a shelf.

Then we heard a muffled voice, “ouch who moved the shelf”.

We all looked at each other with that look that says,” you have to be kidding.”

The voice was very familiar, almost too familiar, but none of us could put our finger on it.

Then we heard the voice again, “ouch who put that chair there”.

“I think its Mr. Smith”, Sam said holding his head in his hands.

Kevin took a deep breath and looked at Omar and said,” I bet if we just stand here, as quiet as we can, Mr. Smith will not even notice us!”

“Unless he walks past us and walks into the locker”, I said knowing that Mr. Smith was sometimes not the sharpest tack in the box.

Omar leaned forward and looked back at all of us and said “I don’t want to hear anything from anyone, not even your eyelashes as you blink”.

Oh ohh, now I knew this wasn’t good, I could feel a little tickle in my nose and that was always a sure sign that I was about to sneeze!

A normal sneeze wouldn’t have been such a problem BUT my sneezes seemed to have turned into something that sounded like a foghorn on an ocean liner lately.

Kevin could see what was coming and as quick as lightening his hand was over my mouth and nose just in time to catch my sneeze and what could have only looked like toxic slime.
At the top of his lungs Kevin shouted, “Max that is soooo disgusting, soooo gross”, as he tried to wipe the sticky green nose goo on my back.

“Guys”, Omar said glaring at us.

Before we could get ourselves composed Mr. Smith was standing directly in front of us.

We stood just like statues not moving, not even blinking hoping he would not notice us.

We probably would have gotten away with it if Ana Montana hadn’t called us on the snot-talkie, “guys, Guys, GUYS where are you, you won’t believe this”?

At that exact moment the lights in the room came on and all of us were looking at each other in a state of shock.

I didn’t even know the room had lights!

I am not sure who was more surprised, us or Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith was standing in front of us holding his shoes and a bag of sliced oranges.

We looked at Mr. Smith and then at the oranges.

“They are for he garlic problem, would you like a slice”, Mr. Smith said as his face turned a bright shade of red.

“Hold it boys”, Mr. Smith said looking at us very suspect, “you are all suppose to be in detention!

“March”, he said and motioned for us to head towards the door, which his back was facing.

As we all lifted our heads, blinking our eyes from the bright lights, and looked towards the door we must have all gasped because Mr. Smith said, “boys I have smelt way worse than my shoes so give it up”.

But what made us gasp was the fact that the locker was gone!

As we headed out the door Omar reached down and grabbed the scrap of paper that was sitting on the floor where the locker had been.

As he turned it over it had one word on it, close.

We were marched back up the stairs and through the hall.

Everything looked pretty normal, even the commandos seemed to be gone.

As we approached the nurses room we were all waiting for Mr. Smith to say something, but he just kept motioning for us to keep walking.

And there against the wall stood Locker #2375, standing like it had never been moved.

But what we were all wondering was what we were going to do about the book, we still didn’t have it and had no idea where it might be.

The snot-talkie went off again, “guys see you in detention, Brandon and I were busted and you won’t believe what we have found”.

As we were marched down the stairs Mr. Tonofhomework and Mr. 1/2amolecule missing were both standing at the detention room door.

The three musketeers of the school administration looked at each other and then focused on Omar and said, “we have all been looking for you”.

“How did you do it”, Mr. ½amolecule missing said looking at us.

We all had blank looks on our faces because we were not sure exactly which it he was talking about.

“Into the detention room you all go, this is not over yet”, all three of the musketeers followed us in and waited for us to be seated.

Again we all let out the king of gasps as we walked into the room.

There in front of us was the book!

Ana and Brandon looked at us with blank faces, shrugging their shoulders as if to say, “did you guys find the book and bring it back”, of course we all knew that we had nothing to do with the book’s return.

Then Mr. Smith picked up the book and dropped it open on the 2nd to last page that had been missing and there was the missing page, crumpled but there.

All that was missing from the page was the one word that Omar had in his pocket from the filter room.

And what did the page say when you added the one missing word?

We all looked at the page and read the words, “close to perfect is saying sorry”.

Then they all looked at us and said in unison,” it is not over just yet!”

THE END…for now