Summer saw the fire drill as her chance to finally go to the bathroom. Mrs. Boredom would probably just spend the entire fire drill chatting with the other science teachers about the molecular structure.

On the way to the bathroom the halls were empty. All of a sudden she heard shuffling across the hall, in the school store. Something was happening. Just then, Summer heard a crash and the door to the school store opened and a boy came crawling out. The boy stared at Summer, his hazel eyes wide with surprise.

“Oh crap! I didn’t see you there. …hey, if I show you something cool do you promise not to tell anyone?” the boy asked.

How do I keep meeting these kinds of people? Summer wondered.