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  • Like all brilliant bad ass stories it started with the idea that we have to do something crazy something we hadn't done before. My friend at the time Nick suggested we skip to go get food and screw the teachers, a very normal thought from him because it was one of the few days he was actually at school. I look over at my friend Kristenna she shrugs, and then I look at the clock : 20 minutes till seven, I started to sweat but I didn't want to miss it if everyone else was going. "sure" I said , my voice coming out unsure and cracking at the end " but if we are doing this we gotta do it right, I have a class with each of you and I'll let you know what's up. If there's one thing you have to know about me it's that I stick to something after I decide to do it , but it has to be planned precisely to a T.

    First period rolled around and My thoughts drifted to sneaking out in mission impossible rather than thinking about science and how co-valent bonds are something i'll never use in the future. I was usually a very well mannered boy up until this point never being tardy, absent even on days were they told us to stay" I want to do something bad" I thought to myself. My teacher at the time Ms. Myers paused for a moment "Mr. Teele, are you all right?" I snapped out of dreamland and looked down at my hands clenching and covered in sweat. "yeah I'm fine I say, may I just use the bathroom?" she nodded and I took the pass, " why am I so nervous, it's not even that terrible of a thing?" I say reassuring myself. As I sit on the toilet I think of everything that could go wrong , and I end up talking to myself hoping that no one walks in and thinks i'm crazy.

    After returning to class , second period rolls up and the fourth cohort of my crew "Sam Soloman" starts talking about it to and I realize I'm the only person that hasn't skipped before. After pushing that fear aside we start scheming up a plan while our history teacher is babbling something incoherent to our devilish ears. "first we need an entry route, and something to keep it open. Maybe one of those back stairwells no one ever uses" She says and my mind lights up. "THE ALTOIDS CAN!" I exclaim a bit loudly receiving a stern look from our teacher , Mr Washington, I chuckle and repeat myself much quieter" the Altoids can is perfect to prop the door open" and then the bell rings , class dismissed.

    Third period I joined Kristenna in photography with whom a teacher I can't fathom to remember the name for. Phase two how to get off the property and back on unnoticed, Specifically out of class. we threw around alot of ideas using bathroom passes, sneaking out, even using the nurse, but our final decision is to all ask for a trip to get water. At this point our entire plan seems flushed out but every decision made just seems to assure me that this is stupid just stay in school it's the right thing to do. At this point in my thinking however Kristenna had already messaged Sam and Nick the situation for our entire plan. I thought to myself "okay, Matthew suck it up stop being such a pussy!!" then fourth period hit and the plan was a go.

    We went out for food , chilled and ate on a hill watching traffic, all fine and dandy right? Actually in most respects yes, except for the constant fear of our Altoids can being missing from the doorway. The running and hiding whenever someone saw a cop and the thought that the security guard would see us and chase us.When we returned we all got on the buses and went home, none the wiser our long drawn plan went off without a hitch. All in all though for the amount fear and prep fueling the expedition it was worth it to be one of my favorite memories in high school.
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