Coda: Carrietta's Arrival (DISCONTINUED)

2- What Are Friends For?

     Mitch and I slipped past the hall monitors in one of the corridors. It was stealth; extreme stealth. While turning one specific corner, we were nearly caught as a hall monitor was coming the way we were going. Mitch explained that we weren't allowed to go to this section of the school- Corridor D- during the weekends. Apparently, a ton of meetings and such were to be held.

      Lucky for us, the principal was out of his office; we saw him head to what seemed to be the teachers lounge. While peering around the corner, the office door was completely in view. All we had to do was plant the grenade in his drawer, and we would be good.

    "Alright. You ready?" Mitch turned to me. His face was full of anticipation and courage. As for myself, I could feel the nervousness welling up. Being only 11 years old and have never done anything this extreme, I was bound to screw up at some point.

"Yup," I mumble. despite my worrisome attitude, I decided the best thing to do was just to DO it. I knew I could. I definitely could, right?

     Letting out that mischievous grin latch onto his face once again, he began to slowly, and quietly make his way to the bright blue door that was the principals office. I could feel my heart began to pound harder and faster than I thought it ever could. I then started to follow his lead, repeating the same exact motions as his. Low to the ground. Quiet. Stealthy.

    The moment we were both against the wall next to the door, Mitch quickly budged the door. It was then that we both realized that, of course, how had we not seen this coming, it was locked. I felt my stomach drop.

"Well... shoot." He kicked the door hard at the bottom with his foot out of rage. I shushed him almost instantly. Taking frustration out on an object did nothing but create issues. Then, out of nowhere, Mitch ended up saying the inevitable.

     "I have an idea," he began to pace, "Let's create a distraction out here; something that will catch the principals attention. I'll hide behind that bookcase right there, and will have him come out and say you're lost while I grab the key from his back pocket." Mitch was speaking at the speed of light; I assumed by now he expected the 'what do I do again' and 'what do you mean' questions; however, I understood exactly what had to be done. And I believed I could pull it off as well!

     Without a moment to lose, we went over our rules once more. Mitch was to retrieve the radio from the music room. Where he would play obnoxious and angsty music. The principal would be forced to investigate the matter. I would end up coming from the corner, asking for directions (considering this was my first day, it was sure to be easy and well fitting.) While in the process of stalling, Mitch would unlock the office, and we would get it. Simple!

     At least, only this part of the plan was.

   As Mitch motioned me to turn the corner after grabbing the small, hand sized blue radio from the music room, I did as he was told. I could feel the nervousness yet excitement welling up inside of me. I really thought it was going to work; Mitch was a genius, I thought. A real genius!

    As I finally hit the corner, Mitch set down the radio carefully and quietly. Being the sort of person I am, I was anxious of things that could've gone wrong. Another teacher coming out rather than the correct target. Mitch being seen. Me being too nervous to act correctly in this situation. That was biggest fear, I'd say; me being the cause of this plan to fail.

     Yet, somehow, none of those things happened. It actually went quite well, I'd say.

        As Mitch motioned for me to tap the 'power' button on the small radio, where I didn't telling twice. Due to my small stature, I managed to not make a sound as I quickly pressed the button; thing is, the second I had done so, the blasting noise felt as though I was about to go deaf. I nearly screamed at the insanely loud noise. Mitch covered his ears as he motioned me to hide by the corner. I did so immediately. My blood was rushing and my heart was pounding.