A Rather Genius Plan, In My Opinion (Crickets, Part Two)

"Wait, I need you guys to stand around me and dance or something so the teachers don't see me," I begged.

Tyler nodded and began gathering people to help.

We walked over to the dance floor with me in the lead. I kind of strutted. I tend to do that when I feel like a genius.

Everyone gathered around me and started dancing. It took a moment to organize them so that the teacher's view was obstructed. Once that was done, I ducked down, opened my jacket, and grabbed the paper bag. I ripped a hole in the side of the bag and threw it towards some sixth graders.

I stood up strait. They saw me, I thought. They saw me and now they're probably going to get me in trouble or something. My older brother has a friend who let a bunch of crickets loose at school. Somebody told on him and they didn't let him walk at graduation. I wondered what they would do to me.

It dawned on me, however, that nobody had seen me at all; the girls who I thought had witnessed me throwing the bag were, at the moment, squealing and backing up against the wall.

My face broke into a grin. It wasn't quite the sudden carnage that I had hoped for, but it was obvious that somebody was enjoying it. There were some boys stomping on the crickets and laughing, which I thought was rather mean, but I remembered it was entirely my fault, so now I have cricket blood on my hands.

As I walked away, I saw a boy named Forrest standing by a table. He had asked me out earlier, but I had said no because I didn't really want a boyfriend, which was true. He had sent me a note asking me to "save him the last dance." I walked up to him.

"Hey, Forrest," I said, "You still want to dance?"

"Yeah," he said.

I smiled. "Look, I'm sorry if I was rude or anything earlier. I think you're a really sweet guy."

He gave me a huge smile and nodded. I waved and walked away. Forrest wasn't the cutest thing in the world, but he was a good person. He was a grade below me and a tiny bit shorter than me. It didn't really bother me that much, though. If I could do something to make somebody else's life a little better, then what do I have to lose?

I walked over to Tyler, who was talking to Levi. I simply said that the plan had been a success. I half said that merely beacuse I didn't get caught. I was glad I didn't. I think of some pretty interesting things, in my opinion, but my "plans" as I call them are rarely for getting out of trouble- mostly just getting into it.

Some people came up to me and told me about it later on, and I laughed and said,"Whoever did that must have been a genius!" I was only kidding, though. It wasn't really smart or even original; I just did it for the heck of it. It turned out to be quite a thrill, if you ask me.