Chapter 6-You Are So Dead

                                    

                                          
Jessica's Point of View
                          
Wake up in the morning feeling like...my usual self. 
                          
I had school today, and let me tell you I was excited. I planned on getting revenge on that beast for leaving me to clean.
                          
After I was ready, I went out to the bus stop. I was actually early today; that is how excited I was.
                          
The bus ride to school seemed to take an eternity. I was so ready to get revenge on James. I spent all night planning it.
                          
Once I got into the school my plan went into action. I made my way to my locker grabbed my books, then practically ran to "popular" section of the school where James' locker was. I assumed the combination on it was something simple. It was; it was 5-15-25-35.
                          
How did I know it would be that you ask, because I am awesome?
                          
I opened it up and removed everything from it and stuffed it in my book bag. That morning, I had filled empty perfume bottles up with water. I then put the bottles of water, bottles of lotion and hair spray, hair clip, and other female products into my backpack. Those products were now nearly arranged into his locker, along with other random things to "girly" up his formerly manly locker.
                          
Sprinting back to my locker I removed his junk from my backpack. That was not my only plan though; the rest will rest will be reviled in due time.
                          
I just barely made it on time to my class. I had photography.
                          
I didn't really like it but, I was told it would be a good experience. We usually didn't do much in it. It was mainly just a study hall, so I had no problem not paying attention to it.
                          
Wow, look at me, not paying attention in class. Where did all this courage come from?
                          
I sat down at the furthest desk from the front and pulled out my lap top. I tried to hack into the school's system.
                          
My attempts were a success. I was able to see everybody person information, locker combinations, and grades.
                          
I opened up a new email addressed to James' parents. I began typing.
                          
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Freeman, 
                          
We have been having trouble with James. He attempts to sleep in every class. He says that he is very tired. His tiredness is in fact affecting his grades. He has less than a C- in every class. I suggest you lower his bedtime. It would improve his work tremendously. 
                          
Sincerely, The Principal
                          
After proofreading my message to make sure it looks professional, I hit the send button.
                          
One busted boy coming right up.
                          
After logging off, I shut my computer off. I looked at the big clock on the wall and sighed, I still had twenty minutes left in class. I am a terrible artist, but I love to doodle.
                          
I reached into my back pack and pulled out my extra notebook. Taking the cap off my favorite pen, I began a masterpiece. I was finishing up on the eyes of my rainbow, flying zebra, when my notebook was rudely snatched up from beneath my arm.
                          
"What the crap?" was my first and most natural response.
                          
"Aww, isn't this just adorable" the voice from above me mock.
                          
I looked up already knowing who it was. 
                          
James and Chris.
                          
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in..." I said before realizing I have no idea what class they are supposed to be in.