(This is completely my book so don't steal)

Chapter 1

** Oliver **

Now that he's here, he realizes this might be a bad idea. He has always been a small guy but, apparently not small enough to effectively crawl through the school vents. He's practically doing the worm just to try and move an inch. This was dumb, this was so incredibly stupid. It was too late to go back now. That would hurt his pride all too much. He just had to set his mind to his goal. He was going to get it. He was going to get on the team. He was going to become popular.

The vent seemed to become moister, or maybe it was just his palms. The vent seemed to be dripping or maybe that was just his forehead. His breath began to quicken as the panic starts to settle in. He was never going to get out of here alive. His corps would rot here for years and nobody will notice because nobody would care if he were dead.

Well, okay, that's a lie, his mother would definitely care. Oliver's mother was a hard working, single parent and also Oliver's best friend. Although, he would never admit that.

*CLUNK*

What was that?

*CLING*

He was going to die.

*BANG*

"God, please don't send me to hell."

*swoosh*

A curly mop of hair with a face slid into Oliver's view.

"AHHHHHHHH"

"Shhh, stop screaming dude, you'll blow my cover." The girl with the curly hair said in a hushed voice.

"Why are you in the school vent?!" Oliver said in a yelling whisper.

"I could ask you the same thing." She said with a wink. "I'm Jamie bond, Nice to meet you." She shifted so she could reach out her hand but, instead of trying to shake it he said

"I know who you are. You're the freak who thinks she's some sort of mission impossible person."

"Okay duckwad, first off, I am not a freak and I am not 'some mission impossible person'. I am the female version of James Bond." Her stare was killer.

"Whatever you say, freak." He says while trying to match her stare.

"At least I don't reek of urine." She wins.

Something I forgot to mention was that Oliver has this habit. Maybe it's not a habit per say, more of a condition. Oliver is a nervous pee-er. What I mean by this is that when ever Oliver gets frightened, so does his bladder.

"Well, I have business to do. Have fun urine boy." She said with a sly smile.

"Wait." Oh gosh this is going to be embarrassing. "I need help"

"Help you clean up your urine? No thank you."

"No, I-I can't seem to get out of here."

"Oh, so little urine boy needs to be saved by the great Jamie Bond I see." She was smiling

"Sure."

"Say it."

"Say what?"

"Plead."

"Can you help me?" She just stared back. "Please?" Her eyebrows rose. He sighed. "Please Jamie Bond, will you have mercy on my poor soul and save me from the wretched pee stenched vent."

"The vent is not pee stenched, you are." She said "Don't insult the vent; It has done no harm to you."

"Besides giving me claustrophobia, and trying to suffocate me."

Jamie pulls out a screwdriver and starts unscrewing some bolts. As the panel falls to the ground she yells "Bam!" she looks over at Oliver and winks again. "It adds dramatic effect."

She then proceeds to gracefully slide herself out of the vent and lands on the ground with a pose. "It's Jamie, Jamie bond." Oliver is confused to whom she is speaking too. It's nearly 11 and even the janitors are long gone by now.

"Who on earth are you talking too?" He yells from the vent.

"Shut up urine boy." She yells back.

He hears some mumbling and is pulled out of the vent by a small group of people. Oliver is on the ground taking in what is happening. The room he is in has containers of volleyballs, basketballs and many other sport equipment. He was in the gym storage room and he wasn't the only one.

The first person he saw was a tall muscular guy. His arms were covered in tattoos. He's doesn't look like a creep. To any blind eye you would think he would be a jock, a popular guy, someone with all the ladies. But, that couldn't be farther from the truth. He was the school creep, for one reason and one reason only. His camera. The guy carries it around his neck 24/7 and takes pictures of people constantly. Speaking of which, the guy takes a picture of Oliver's disgruntled state.

"Well don't you smell like a summer's day." That came from a girl standing a bit off to the corner. She was quite pretty in an odd way. She has dark, smooth skin and turquoise curls. Her lips formed a not smiling kind of smile.

Jamie bent down and took a whiff of him. "You should stop and smell the roses."

He didn't know how to take this information or what to make of it. He was awkward, but she was, well he doesn't know what she is or how to describe her.

Then all of a sudden he hears some noises and all their heads turn to the direction.

A trolley of basketballs is pushed aside and there, a blonde girl in earmuffs sat. Her face was heart shaped and her eyes were piercing. Oliver liked the look of her. She wasn't pretty, but her face seemed intriguing. He could look at it all day.

The pretty turquoise girl spoke up. "Okay why the hell are y'all here."

"I'm going catch myself a duck." Jamie bond says with a proud smile.

"Well, actually, me too." Oliver says "But I'm not with her."

"Really? You two are trying to get Smuckers?" questions the creep. "Me too"

You see Smuckers is the school duck. It's kind of like a live mascot. Why a duck? Nobody knows. The principle locks up Smuckers in a cage for the night and leaves him in the office. The office is always locked and nobody has ever stolen the duck. People have tried many, many times for pranks and sorts, yet everybody seems fail.

"Am I the only one that isn't trying to get the duck?" Says the turquoise, girl.

The creep says "Then why are you here."

"Yeah I lied; I'm here for the duck too."

Oliver needed that duck more than any of these other losers. They were hopeless at becoming popular. Oliver had a chance. Get the duck, they will let him on the football team, and he'll be popular. A simple plan.

~

~A few days before~

Oliver was walking down the hallway while the TV was flickering announcements. It was all about "Join Chess Club!" and "Don't forget to return your library books!". Does anyone even use the library anymore? The only thing that caught Oliver's attention was one that said Football tryouts were today after school. Everybody knows that if you're on the football team, by default you become popular. Oliver really had no experience with the sport or really any sports for that matter, but that wasn't going to stop him.

Later that afternoon, he was in a line along the field with a whole bunch of other people that were desperate to get on the team. It was a small school and the guys that deserve to get on the team are already on it. The team was short staffed and so they had to reach out.

"The coach had a family emergency. So as captain of the team I am taking charge of these try outs. I know for a fact none of you are worthy of this team. You'll just drag down our team and I won't have that. As much as I would love to watch you pathetic losers do drills, I've decided on a different approach. Whoever can get the school duck gets on the team."

Oliver looked at the rest of the guys and saw their disappointed faces. They all just gave up on the spot. All but Oliver. Oliver took it as a challenge.

Oliver was going to get Smuckers.

~

"I'm Charlotte." The pretty, dark skinned girl said.

"Lukas." The creep flashed a smile as he said it.

"Its Jami-"she was interrupted with 'we knows'.

"I'm Oliver."

They all looked over to the earmuff girl but she said nothing.

"Let catch ourselves a duck!" Says Jamie as she walks over to doors and attempts to open them but they are locked.

"Oh did I forget to mention?" Charlotte says with a sarcastic smile. "We're locked in."

The group brainstormed every possible way to try and get out. But there were no windows and the vent was too high up to climb into. They were stuck. Oliver may as well flush his football team away. They found yoga mats and set them up for a place to sleep. They were not ideal but better than nothing.

"Shhhh they're going to bed now." The girl finally spoke and he couldn't tell who she spoke to. But, she was looking down into her little knapsack.

"Hey what's in there?" he asks

"Oh, a duck."

He looked at the others and they all shared an expression.

"You mean THE duck. Smuckers?!" He said

"Yes." She said in an obvious tone.

Charlotte speaks up "So the whole time we stood here talking about how we need the duck you just sat there in the corner, not saying anything, with the duck?"

The girl doesn't answer.

This is going to be a long night.

** Lukas**

~A few days before~

Lukas was sitting at home looking through the photos he took that day. Most of them were strangers he's never talked to, but a lot of his photos consisted of her smile, or her laughing. She took up most of his SD card and most of his thoughts. Her name was Amanda. Her hair was always in an adorable bun and she was always studying. He had lots of pictures to prove it. Her face while she was so focused on studying was something Lukas couldn't help but capture.

Lukas was determined to ask her out. Amanda has extravagant beauty so, her ask out should be extravagant too. If the ask out was so amazing how could she say no?

The plan was to get the school duck and then to train the duck to walk towards Amanda with a sign around it's neck.

It was fool proof, besides the fact that he has no clue how to get the duck or how to train it.

~

"So how did you guys all get lock in here?" Asks the Jamie bond girl.

He sat in a circle with the others, beside the urine boy and the earmuff girl.

"I came in here looking for something to break the office glass." Charlotte says

"I came here because while I was walking through the hallway I noticed a girl slip into a vent so I followed the noises she made through the vent and it lead me here."

"That would be me." He noticed how everything Jamie said, she said in a way that made her seem proud.

"And when you got in here you thought it would it would be a good idea to close the door?" Charlotte said directed at him in an annoyed tone.

"Yeah sorry about that." He said. Then he turned his head left to look at the girl with earmuffs, expecting her to say how she got here and how she got the duck. But she stayed silent and just kept slowly petting the duck that sat on her lap.

"Are you going to say anything" Charlotte directs at the girl.

"How did you get Smuckers?" Jamie questions the girl.

Silences.

Lukas takes a picture of her with the duck.

More silence.

"What's your name?" Oliver asks the girl.

"Alice." She says.

"Alice, how did you get that duck?" Oliver asks slowly as if she would break if he said it too fast.

"I just asked." She replied back.

"Asked who?" Lukas asked, but she didn't reply.

"Ugh, she is hard to talk to." Charlotte said out of frustration.

Alice's face went sad and her eyes started to well up with tears.

"Oh Crap, She's going to cry." Lukas felt bad. He hates when girls cry, but he loved emotions. Which lead him to taking a picture.

She had a silent cry. Not a sound came from her lips but tears came from her eyes. Nobody really knew what to do. Lukas just sat there awkwardly like the rest of them did. Until the pee boy Oliver spoke up.

"Hey, it's okay." Oliver gave her a pat on her knee. "It'll be all right."

This made the girl stop crying and look up at Oliver. Her eyes were a bit bloodshot. She didn't show any emotion and they kind of just stared at each other for a bit.

Jamie and Charlotte gave a look to Lukas that read 'What on earth is happening'

He gave a look back 'I have no idea. At least she's not crying anymore.'

The stare broke before Lukas could get a photo.

"I Think you guys are the strangest people I've ever meet." Charlotte says at everyone.

Lukas nods. He sort of likes them all though. They are all interesting enough to take photos of.

"Does anyone know what time it is?" Oliver asks.

"11:35" Jamie and Alice says this at the same time.

"She'll answer that, but not how she got the duck." Charlotte says "Gosh when can we get out of here."

"Probably in the morning when the gym teacher comes to get equipment." He says

"I know that Lukas, Its call a rhetorical question." She replies back.

There's silence again. It's kind of like his Christmas dinners. It's an awkward silence, probably because it's made from awkward people. Lukas wishes he could take a picture of the silence. He wonders if he could hear a meaning in a silence.

"Quack"

The silence was broke.