The second it happens, ain’t no way we’re gettin’ outta there. Jeffery and me, we was friends since birth, so, once I committed to his plan, that was it. All we could hope was to give his brother the punishing he deserved before he killed us.
“Git down,” Jeffery whispered. “and wait for the signal, okay?”
“Okay,” I giggled back in anticipation.
I got ready. The gym door slammed against the wall.
“What the hell’s my locker doin’ open?”
Jeffery leaped to his feet and shouted, “Now!”
Who knew that a skunk in a backpack could be so much fun?
It’s Friday Fictioneer time again. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and J. Hardy Carroll for the prompt. You can read their stories and more here.