Scott wasted no time gathering what he thought he’d need. First Aid kit, Water, and a few protein bars he had picked up at the gas station. He rummaged through his trunk and found a box cutter, and an unexpected find. Ice picks ,and slip on Ice cleats.
‘So THAT’S where they went’ Scott. He’d been looking for those since last year. They be very useful when the time came to climb. He slipped the cleats on and closed the trunk. It sucked that he’d have to leave the car behind, but if he wanted to be with the teacher he had no choice.
‘Well, it’s a piece of junk anyway.’
With his backpack secured he climbed up over the edge of the pocket and looked out. He was hundreds of feet in the air and a fall from this height would be fatal. Scott carefully inched his way down the jacket to the jean pants leg. Already he was thankful for those cleats. Scott ran the length of the Kid’s thigh and breathed a sigh of relief that he had not been noticed. Now came the hard part. Scott inched his way off the kid’s knee and made his decent down the pants leg.
Once again he was thankful to have those cleats. He doubted he’d be able to make the decent without them. It took longer than he would’ve liked to climb down to the sneakered foot, but it wasn’t like he was a pro mountain climber. Thankfully the cuff of the jeans covered most of the sneaker or he’d have to climb up out of the sneaker as well. As it was though all he had to do was traverse the shoe laces and climb down to the floor.
Scott took a moment to catch his breath. One step closer to... what was her name anyway? The students never called her anything other than "Ms". Well, until he could learn her name, Scott decided to call her "Clair" and planned what to do next.
There were two students sitting in front of the kid he just climbed down from, in order to reach the Teacher’s desk he’d have to make his way past them without being noticed. He didn’t think it would be too hard, he just had to be on the lookout. The hardest part would be the distance between the teacher’s desk and the Student. He’d be out in the open. He could get spotted.
Scott removed the cleats and bolted under the desk in front of him. So far, so good. He crept around the feet of the Student and ran to the next desk.
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