Behind Enemy Lines

I snuck into fourth period creative writing in disguise. I said all I needed was a place to go because I would be lonely in my study hall. Little did those so called Jeniuses know I was there on a mission. Not a mission of good will, but a mission to discover their weaknesses so I could finally win the Creative Writing War for the Night Spektors. We had been close all semester to finally tearing them down. All we needed was one huge victory to gain some momentum.

Quietly I observed. Nothing was revealed that I could use to my advantage. The only sound coming from the Jeniuses was the sweet sound of "Landlord Fill The Flowing Bowl." The sound stopped though. James had left the room with a devilish grin on his face, and Ms. Rut did not like that he had left without permission. I had to find out where he disappeared to.

As I walked into the hallway there was an eerie quiet. James was nowhere to be found. I slowly walked down the hall peering into rooms, but there was no sign of him. Perplexed, I stopped. Off in the distance I could hear that sweet sound once again of "Landlord Fill The Flowing Bowl." I turned. It was behind me somewhere in one of the rooms I had already passed. As I walked back down the hallway from where I came the tune became increasingly louder. Once again I stopped. This time in front of Mr. Brett Vaughn's room 114. Not only could I hear the tune, but I also smelled a smelly smell. This was the smell of James bailing on creative writing and hanging out with the students in Mr. Vaughn's room. I couldn't let him see me though, so I hid off to the side of the room waiting for him to come out so I could bust him. As the door slowly opened I was prepared to make my move. All of a sudden behind me I hear "Ben!!! What are you doing?" This was the voice of the one and only Tony. He had seen me in the hall and got all kinds of excited. James heard the screaming, and ducked back into the room. There was no way he was coming out of there until the end of the period and that would mean people in the halls causing a commotion. He could be easily lost in the crowd. I had lost my opportunity to prove Da Spektors were the better creative writing class. Disappointed I walked back into Ms. Rut's room dejected and knowing I had failed.