The Brewed

                                    

                                          
7:45 p.m.
                          
"Oh, man! Why can't we be at home?" Benny complained. "Watching So You Think You Can Fly? Eating a triple-meat lover's pizza. With extra meat."
                          
"Yeah. Instead, our teachers could bash in here any second and scoop out our brains like chip dip," Ethan said scaredly.
                          
There was a bang and I jumped. "Ooh. Think we can outrun them?" Benny asked.
                          
"I don't have to outrun them. I just have to outrun you," Ethan snapped.
                          
"You know, I think they'd go for your brain first there, "honour roll"!" Benny retorted.
                          
There were a couple more bangs and I saw the teachers squishing their faces into the door. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself even though I was in panic mode.
                          
"I don't think she was in a very helping mood today," I rolled my eyes.
                          
9:15 a.m.
                          
"I'm not breaking any arms or smashing anyone through a wall just because he called you... What was it?" Sarah asked as I stood next to her.
                          
"Teethan," Ethan snorted.
                          
"Benny Rabbit," Benny muttered. "It's not what he says, it's how he says it."
                          
"Let's go, you two," the teacher cleared his throat.
                          
"Right with you, sir. If not there in five minutes, start boring kids without us!" Benny said.
                          
Ethan laughed awkwardly. "We'll be right there, sir."
                          
"Forget it. Look, we have a field trip to the art gallery. Lucky us!" Sarah said sarcastically.
                          
"Bye, Teethan," I waved with a smirk.
                          
"Benny rabbit," Sarah teased as we walked off.
                          
7:48 p.m.
                          
"Oh! We're so dead!" Benny shrieked quietly. "This is not fair. Why couldn't we get some kinda sign that this was going to happen?"
                          
"Just a hint would've been nice," Ethan added.
                          
~~~
                          
The glass shattered and I walked up to the hands reaching in. I hit them with a fire extinguisher and sprayed them with it. The hands retreated instantly.
                          
"They hate this stuff!" Ethan said breathlessly.
                          
"If it lasts long enough, we should be able to hold them off until Sarah gets back," I decided, spraying them again.
                          
"Sarah is coming back, right?" Benny questioned.
                          
"We're the most important things to her, right?" Ethan replied.
                          
~~~
                          
"This thing isn't going to last much longer," I said as smoke came out of the nozzle.
                          
"Maybe we should call Rory?" Ethan suggested.
                          
"Rory? Is it that bad?" Benny questioned.
                          
"Well, he did say he wanted to protect the innocent," Ethan reasoned.
                          
~~~
                          
"All right! We're safe in here. Trust me," Benny led us into the boys' bathroom. "Teachers will never enter a student washroom. It's like an unwritten rule of education."
                          
"Sure! Right up there with "don't eat student's brains"?" Ethan snapped as I heard a knock at the door.
                          
I scrambled over to the door and pressed my weight against it.