Halloween

First I woke up and had some cheerios and toast. The on my way out I grabbed a fake mouse and put it in my pocket. Driving on the way to school I wondered if I would see anybody dressed up for Halloween…nope. Not even a person wearing a devil horned hair band or cat ears. I then walked quickly to my math class to get there early, hoping to be the first one there. When I got there, there were three other classmates waiting for the other class to get out, which was bad because I need no witness for what I planed to do. So I waited with them as we pretended not to know each other in the hallway. 15 minutes later there were at least six people waiting to get into class when the other class was released. Our class started to trickle in as a few of the other classes slowpokes trickled out. But the other class’s teacher was still there by the board. Then for some reason there was a traffic jam that caused people to walk around and pass the chalk board. The perfect opportunity! I walk right behind the teacher pull the fake rubber mouse out of my pocket and placed it on the chalkboard James Bond 007, Mission Impossible, Borne Identity, KGB/secret service style. But I’m sure it looked way less cool then the way it felt at the time. I then walked to my desk and sat down having had no one see me. The other class’s teacher left and more students came in. Next came in our teacher and he started talking about homework. Then a student asked to have an example written on the board (Muahahahahahaha!) he then turned to grab a piece of chalk to write the problem we then…noticed the mouse and said in a laugh “Who did this?” Not exactly the reaction I was expecting having learned the week before that he was scared of mice when a student dropped something and he saw it roll on the ground and the first thing that popped into his head was “MOUSE!” One kid who I wait with then said it was there when we came in. (Haha, silly fool.)

The next day Rick, the teacher, put the mouse on top of the board way it sat to watch over the class the next couple of days until Rick got tired of people asking about it so he pocketed it probably to perform some crazy mouse voodoo on it later when he got home. At least I’d like to think so.

-Shane