I banged my head lightly against the jail cell bars repeatedly, currently regretting every life choice I had ever made that could lead me to this moment.

"Holy shit, my uncle is going to kill me."

I heard Chris whistle behind me as he sat on the bench, "Yeah. . . I'd be praying to God right about now if I were you."

"I don't think praying to magical sky daddy is going to do me any good, man."

He snickered, "Yeah, plus you don't believe in god so even if ones out there somewhere, he sure as hell ain't gonna help you now just because you're in a pickle."

I let my head linger on the iron bars for a few moments, "Chris?" I said slowly.

"Yeah, bro?"

"Please shut the fuck up."

I let my head remain dormant on the bars as silence finally filled the room. We had been the only ones talking since no one else dared to say a word. We were all anxiously waiting for the verdict on our crimes. With the way the police officers glanced at us with contempt every so often, and the intense aura of abhor in the room that managed to fill my lungs making it harder to breathe than necessary, I came down to my own conclusion that we weren't going to get something as simple as detention this time. 

I allowed my mind to reminisce on the mistake we made two hours previously. Where did we all go wrong?

Now that I'm thinking about it, probably from the beginning.

I wished I would have ignored that text Sky sent us in the group chat earlier in the night. I was already snuggled up and comfortable in bed anyway, there was no reason for me to go anywhere at one in the morning.

I had my Nintendo Switch in my hands and struggling to beat Kirby in Super Smash Bros when my phone dinged and lit up the area in a light blue hue around me.

I paused the game and picked up my phone to see what he wanted. Usually, when it was this late at night and he texted the group chat, it would just be him complaining about how his girlfriend pissed him off, how his parents were always on his case, or asking if one of us wanted to get high with him down on 64th Ave.

But tonight, he had a different agenda.

(Sky) breaking into the school tonight who wants to come?

I squinted my eyes at the message, what the hell did he want to go and do that for? I waited a little while to see if any of the others were going to respond and see what they had to say. I didn't feel like replying to him first.

Three minutes later, Dylan texted back with the same question I had.

(Dylan) wut 4?

(Sky) old-man Holden has been on my dick a lot lately yesterday he gave me detention for wearing ripped jeans I wanna get back at him

(Courtney) That's so petty. . . I'm in. We meeting in the front gate to back?

(Sky) back, cameras are up in the front

(Dylan) I guess I'll come too, it's better than staying here and hearing my parents fuck each other all night.

(Sky) sounds rough. chris? ky?

My thumbs hovered over the keyboard as I thought about it. Courtney was right, it was pretty petty. All of us knew that Sky hated almost every teacher at our school and was never against giving them a hard time, Mr. Holden especially. Apparently once upon a time, Mr. Holden was on the way to marrying his cousin, therefore making them family. But then Sky's cousin suddenly called off the marriage, and Mr. Holden has been taking it out on Sky ever since.

Wearing ripped jeans was against the rules, but everybody ignored one of those rules, even the teachers. Mr. Holden just decided to pick on him because he hated him, that much was obvious. I had no idea how he planned to "get back" at him, but if there was one thing I learned from hanging out with Sky and his group, was that doing wild shit and having fun was never out of the question.

Chris managed to reply faster than me. He simply liked Sky's message, therefore, leaving me the only one who hadn't answered yet.

I texted back quickly.

(Me) hell yeah.

(Sky) sweet, everyone be there in thirty alright? back gate.

And so, I got my ass out of bed and threw on anything my eyes just so happened to land on in the dark. I slipped on my shoes and tiptoed down the stairs. The last thing I wanted to do was wake up my crazy uncle the morning before he had a case, that would be suicidal.

Once I was in the living room, I snatched the car keys hanging on the wall and was out the door.

Driving there normally would have taken me at least twenty minutes. However, since it was late and everyone in the neighborhood was in their beds sleeping soundly, the roads and streets were empty so I had enough freedom to press down on that gas and zoom there.

It was great being able to speed in a typically busy route. Even though it was a little nippy, I pressed the button that will open the sunroof inside my uncle's car and grinned at the feeling of natural crisp air circling itself inside. I reveled in this feeling because I knew it was going to be unbearably hot later on in the day.

I parked my car close to the school that way no one would know that I was here and walked the rest of the way. I did my best to avoid the front gate security cameras and sneaked my way towards our meet-up spot in the back.

They noticed me as soon as I walked around the corner. Sky grinned at me as I approached the four of them.

"Hey Ky, good to see you," he greeted merrily, "You're gonna love this. I was just showing the guys what I brought, come take a look."

I followed silently as he leads me towards a medium-sized black duffel bag that was laying on the ground. He bent down to unzip the bag and shined a tiny flashlight so I'd be able to see what was in it.

I raised a flummoxed brow when my eyes followed the light shine itself on cans of different colored spray paint and three big water jugs filled with some kind of brownish-green liquid. A strong malodorous scent was exuding from the jugs. I gagged and took a big step back.

"Dude. . . did you shit in those water jugs or something?"

Sky giggled as he closed the bag and stood up, "Smells disgusting, right? I spent two hours pouring sardine water into them. I made sure to get different flavors of sardines to mix too. It'll take weeks for this smell to go away."

"Was it really that serious?" Chris asked, unimpressed at the grand reveal.

Sky shrugged, "Probably not, but I had fun doing it nonetheless."

Dylan's face scrunched up into one of disgust, "It explains why you smell worse than my grandpa's diapers. Please take a shower when we get this over with."

I sighed, "What exactly are we doing anyway? You just told everyone to come down here and didn't tell us why."

Sky smiled and pointed towards one of the windows that that was on the second floor, "We're gonna sneak in there and trash his classroom. In just eight short hours, he'll come into work for the day and walk in there and see all the damage we did. He's gonna freak."

"Wow, that'll show him."

"You bet your ass it will. I scoped the place out before you all got here and I think the close is clear for now. I'm not too sure though, so let's hurry."

In a matter of seconds, Sky tossed the black duffel bag over the gate and hurriedly climbed over it in amazingly expertise. He rummaged around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a short skinny metal rode. He hummed to himself cheerfully as he successfully picked the lock bound to the gate. We all watched in stunned silence when it dropped to the floor and Sky pushed the gate open wide enough for us to pass through.

Though we all had our own individual questions, we didn't bother to ask them because we weren't that surprised. Sky had always been handy at breaking into things and being sneaky. We all wondered where he learned these tricks from but knew he'd probably never tell us.

Believe it or not, I don't really remember what happened leading up into sneaking into Mr. Holden's classroom. Usually when I'm doing something I consider boring or uninteresting, my brain tends to block that all out until something is finally able to catch my attention. I assumed that there would be cops lingering around the halls, waiting to catch some strays they could handcuff and toss in the back of a police car with the way we were sneaking around.

But, there wasn't. Not a single one. Sky was so sure that cops came in multiple times throughout the night so we had to be very careful, but he failed to realize that these were the same cops that turned a blind eye to students who frequently got high in the schools bathrooms and smoked Melbourne cigarettes underneath the bleachers everyday of the week. They didn't give a shit about their job then, why now?

As soon as Sky picked the lock to Mr. Holden's classroom, we wasted no time shuffling inside and getting to work right away. Sky plopped the duffel bag on top of a random desk and distributed tools to each one of us. When he handed Chris and I each one can of spray paint, he smirked and gave me a friendly wink, "Don't be afraid to show off those killer art skills, Picasso."

I chuckled as I took the can from his hands, "I'm not as good as you think."

"Yeah, but you're not as bad either."

Dylan and Sky were in charge of the smelly jugs of sardine water, and Courtney was supposed to be on look out.

I don't know how much time the five of us spent trashing that poor mans classroom. But what I do know, is that Sky was having a field day soaking his desk, chair, books and paper, and floor with the sardine water. The smell was starting to become unbearable for the rest of us and when Dylan tried to crack open a window, Sky was quit to stop him.

"No! We gotta let this shit marinate during the night before he clocks in for today."

"I don't give a damn about having this shit marinate. If I have to stand in here for another minute breathing in smelly fish pussy I will die," Dylan snapped at him. "I'm opening a window."

Dylan had made a stride towards one of the windows on his side, but Sky pulled him back by his shoulder as giggles escaped his throat, "Alright, Alright, I hear you drama queen. I came prepared for this." Sky rummaged around for a few moments in his duffel bag before pulling out four pale blue masks, "Here, this should help conceal some of that stench you keep complaining about. Just put these on and get back to work, okay?"

Dylan grumbled something incoherent to himself before snatching his mask and putting it on. Chris walked over to get both of ours. He handed mine to me and I nodded in thanks before also slipping mine over my face.

I was in my own little world as I did my own work of vandalism. I had thought of doing some simple as spray painting dicks all over the walls and desks, but that just proved to be the work of childish artistry, and I was way above that despite participating in such a childish situation. Plus, I didn't have much of a problem with old-man Holden. In fact, I didn't even have him for a class. All of us were just told to despise him simply because Sky did.

I decided I'd spray paint a topless woman who has a paper bag over her head, but I made sure that when someone saw it, they knew that even though she had a paper bag over her head, she was still killer in the looks department based on body image alone. I made her look so good in fact, that I decided to draw little men with big heads surrounding her while they ogled her with hearts for eyes.

Chris leaned over a little to look at my masterpiece, and grinned like a fool, "Damn Kyrie, that's pretty damn good. Tell me, is she the type of woman you prefer?"

I laughed, "You talking about how great her body is, or the fact that she has a bag over her head?"

"Both I guess."

I thought about it to myself, "Hmm...I guess I wouldn't mind a woman that looked like this. I don't really have a type."

Chris shook his head, "That's not true, we all know you have a thing for blondes."

"Yeah, because they're all bimbos," I joked.

"You've been watching way too many early 2000s movies man."

We stood in comfortable silence for a while when Chris asked me another question.

"Speaking of bimbos. . . how's that runt you always hang out with doing?"

I rolled my eyes, "Why do you care? You hate Lucas. And for the record, he's not a bimbo." 

He waved my statement away, "Hey now, "hate" is a very strong word in my book. I tend to incline towards the term "extremely dislike"." He clarified.

"Does it matter? That's practically the same thing. And he's fine. I'm pretty sure by now that baby is tucked away in his bed dreaming about sparkles, unicorns, and Angie."

Chris sighed dreamily to himself, "Ah. . . Angelica Loral. Now that's a woman."

"She's definitely a something."

"How did those two even get together in the first place? I mean, she's totally out of his league. Everybody knows it."

I rattle the bottle of spray paint a few times to get the last few contents out, "To this day that remains the world's greatest mystery. As long as he's happy I don't care."

"You say that but last week you were just complaining to me over the phone about how pissed you were that he bailed last minute on going to that new escape room with you just so he could go to the movies with Angie. Steam was practically coming out of your ears, man," Chris said. 

I groaned, "Hey! I had every reason to be upset. Who wouldn't after being bailed on the day of? It's madness." 

I think it was after that conversation that's when things went very, very, wrong. You see, Courtney was supposed to be keeping lookout in the hallway as we helped Sky get his inconsequential revenge against old man Holden. But at some point during his task, the piss baby had to go to the fucking bathroom and didn't bother to tell anyone where he was going. 

So, when the four of us heard the familiar sound of keys jingling and saw the bright hue of an LED flashlight shining in on the classroom along with hearing a deep voice call out "who's there?", you can imagine the panic that replaced the lightheartedness that was present in the room earlier. 

Our night turning to shit was an understatement.