APRIL FOOLS!!
Were the teachers gone…?
Good!
The majority had left the classrooms, making it easy for a simple girl to sneak back into the academic wing of the academy. Not that she planned on anyone getting hurt. It was simply no fun if someone was physically damaged. Psychologically was much more fun! Her steps were light footed, and her wings were folded neatly along her back. She avoided windows as best she could, ducking or flying over them.
In her pocket she carried several bottles of super glue. She knew exactly what she wanted to glue down and how much it would bother the teachers. Perhaps it would be costly and surely the telepaths would rat on her. How bloody annoying to be constantly scanned! It wasn’t as if she was going to glue the expensive stuff down! It was too much work when all you truly had to be was selective.
She avoided the powers training classes and offices. Megan had long decided that pranks involved with that would lead to worst consequences. She slipped into the math room. Pens, pencils, chalk, dry erase markers, erasers, were glued onto the desk, tray, or some paper. Things that were basic in instruction and were easy to replace or remove.
Then came the English Room, Science, Social Studies, and various electives.
The electronics, the books, the equipment, the things that cost more than a few cents were untouched. How useful would that equipment truly be without a simple piece of chalk to write the lesson on the board?
With the extra supplies, Megan hid them within the room.
And with light steps once more, Megan rushed back to the living wing of the Academy. Perhaps they’d not scan her brain and allow children to be children.
After all, tomorrow was April Fools.
Good!
The majority had left the classrooms, making it easy for a simple girl to sneak back into the academic wing of the academy. Not that she planned on anyone getting hurt. It was simply no fun if someone was physically damaged. Psychologically was much more fun! Her steps were light footed, and her wings were folded neatly along her back. She avoided windows as best she could, ducking or flying over them.
In her pocket she carried several bottles of super glue. She knew exactly what she wanted to glue down and how much it would bother the teachers. Perhaps it would be costly and surely the telepaths would rat on her. How bloody annoying to be constantly scanned! It wasn’t as if she was going to glue the expensive stuff down! It was too much work when all you truly had to be was selective.
She avoided the powers training classes and offices. Megan had long decided that pranks involved with that would lead to worst consequences. She slipped into the math room. Pens, pencils, chalk, dry erase markers, erasers, were glued onto the desk, tray, or some paper. Things that were basic in instruction and were easy to replace or remove.
Then came the English Room, Science, Social Studies, and various electives.
The electronics, the books, the equipment, the things that cost more than a few cents were untouched. How useful would that equipment truly be without a simple piece of chalk to write the lesson on the board?
With the extra supplies, Megan hid them within the room.
And with light steps once more, Megan rushed back to the living wing of the Academy. Perhaps they’d not scan her brain and allow children to be children.
After all, tomorrow was April Fools.