- - Northside Middle School - -

[My thought totally. Um, Free Period? Lunch?]

[Lunch?]

Vale narrowed her eyes as she passed the door- the forbidden door, as everyone called it, on her way to lunch. Why was there always someone guarding it? What was in it? Did it have anything to do with the CIA? Those questions always ran through her mind. For the umpteenth time she shook the thoughts away, recieved a glare from the social studies teacher, and headed towards her usual table.

Lars appeared behind Vale. He put his head almost resting it on her shoulder whispering, "Boo.:

Vale whirled around on instinct, prepared to hurt whoever was behind her. "What are you?" she said harshly, narrowing her green eyes.

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Lars appeared behind Vale. He put his head almost resting it on her shoulder whispering, "Boo.:

((I have a friend that does that to me ALL THE TIME!))

Aurora blinked at the food on her tray as she sat down at the table with the others. "Is this even edible?" She asked, poking what could have been pudding or mashed potatoes with her fork. She sniffed it and made a face. "I bet they keep all the good food in that closet."

Nora nodded her head in agreement. "It'd be soo cool if we saw what's in there."

"I think the bogeyman's in there," Lars interjected, taking a seat next to Aurora. He brought his own lunch, a fine choice at that.

Vale crossed her arms; she was still standing up. "For all we know..." she mused. A few of the teachers had apparently heard their conversation- spooky- and seemed to be getting angry. The 'door' was a touchy subject for them, who knows why. Vale slumped down into her chair. "I swear that I'm going to find out what this school is hiding," she muttered, careful not to let the staff here.

Vale perked up a little, and grinned widely at Nora. "You mean these?" she said quietly, patting the pocket of her jeans where a jingling sound was coming from. She giggled, but kept her voice quiet. "I'm probably on the school's most wanted... or unwanted, anyways."

[I can edit...]

(It's all right! Just at one point give the keys to Nora, I think.)

Nora's eyes got huge. "Your the good kind of freak, you know that?" She said, grinning. "I bet if we created a distraction we could go in..." She said. She felt really bad about doing this, but her curiousity side took over.

Aurora's eyes widened when she realized that Vale had the keys. "Hmm...a distraction...we could get someone to beatbox over the speakers." She suggested with a lighthearted smile.
((iCarly ref FTW))

((No, I was talking about something else. How could I jump in here?))

Lars poked his head into the crowd, smiling like an idiot and bouncing slightly up and down in his seat.

((OH! OH! OH! MISS VIXEN! MISS VIXEN! *raises hand up*))

(You can just jump in at lunch, cause Vale just told everyone that she had teh keys. I mean, everyone at teh table.)
(Yea Sub?)

Nora grinned. "That would be a riot, Aurora." She said. "But we need everyone out of the school. Ideas?" She asked, looking at everyone.

((Hi. TEEHHEE))

Lars poked his head further into the center. "Guys, guys, guys, guys, guys, guys," He repeated.

Amelia Condor stopped with her lunch tray balanced delicately on her hands when she passed by a few kids at a lunch table. No, it wasn't the kids that had stopped her; it was their weird discussion. Curiosity tugged at her like she were a puppet with strings, and she couldn't help walking over to find out: "What are you talking about?" she asked, hoping they wouldn't ignore her. Her blond hair fell towards her face as she leaned over slightly.

Vale rolled her eyes. She didn't have any siblings of her own, but she knew how that went.
"The fire alarm..." Vale went on, sounding like she was remembering something. She shook her head and then added, "It could work... but the teachers," she glanced at the small group near the main office, "will watch us like hawks."

"Guys, I can be a distraction!" Lars finally piped out.

"Huh, go figure," Vale muttered, watching the others intently for their reply.

"The closet?" Amelia was oblivious to the rest of the conversation for a moment as she thought about it, her eyes drifting up. "Oh, that closet!" she suddenly said. "The one that the teachers won't ever get us near?" she seemed very questioning, but her bright blue eyes betrayed her excitement.