Survive What's left of Jesting, Jazzy, Jack of all trades

Survive What’s Left of Jesting, Jazzy, Jack of all trades

   Why? Just why? I can’t even ask anyone since this stupid school is supposed to be a secret. Like what is going on. I’m walking to school then I see Jazzy-whatever, on top of Mt.Dangeryou, the tallest mountain in Canada. I get home and get a letter. I was “accepted” into a school. Not Hogwarts but that Jesting-whatever. It also said I should “pack extra,” whatever that means. I stopped reading cause I can’t believe I have to go to this school. All I know is that tomorrow, THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL, I have to go to this school and by the looks of this, I’m going to have to bring some serious “extra pack” if I’m going to this school.

   Survival kit for crazy school, all packed. Let me put on my magic bag/cape where my kit is. Get to ride to school on my red and black surfboard, since it’s just like Silver Surfer’s I’m technically Red and black surfer! What should I turn my box into? Shape shifting box should be a… wristband for now, so I have it on quick access. I should hide “the stuff” in my pocket of whatever I’m wearing. Have my wine cork gun in its holster. Customize my suit. Fedora, tux with a pocket protector-ish thing, super jumpy Jordan’s that can’t get dirty, and my fingerlings gloves of course. I should keep my suction cup fingers on my fingers. Disguiseomesh for my face, you never know… I sound like a spy. That reminds me, this isn’t really a thing but my name is Bond, James Bond, not my actual name. Just because I can. Um… what else is there? Oh yes, my spark ball, in my pocket protector-ish thing. A magic pencil that whatever you draw comes to life. I think that’s all I’m going to keep on my person. Well my cell phone too but that doesn’t really matter.

   One day and that’s it, come on Jim. Riding on my board. “Owww!” How did I hit air? Could’ve been a force field. Nah, no way. Let me talk to that man down there. “Hey, umm, sir.” He looked at me for a second then started laughing. “What’s so funny?” He had a face of confusement but decided to answer. 

   “Sorry, used to that I am not. Ardwiz I am. School guard job mine it is. Force field indeed you hit. New you are?” I can’t take this guy! He talks like Yoda. “Ya I’m new. Also do you want to talk like a little less like Yoda?” I thought this guy was easy to read. Joy, confusion, now he’s nothing. It’s like his soul just left.0.0. He then spoke I a new voice “I am a food. You peel me to eat me. My name is more than food.” Ha-Ha. I invented this. No joke… why would he ask me my own question. “Mandarin.” “Correct are you.” He answered in his own annoying Yoda speak. “The cat by the way killed by curiosity.” “Like you can read my mind. Also the cat has nine lives.” He let me pass the force field and I walked away. Enter here. Thank you useless sign.

   My class is room 206. Mr.FantiGri. “Hey kid, welcome.” What a warm welcome. I’m getting out of here. ”Can I go to the bathroom?” I ask. “No sit down.” He replies sort of annoyed. He leaves the room saying “I got to talk to someone.” The second he leaves a staff meeting is called and it’s urgent. I guess I’ll just sit here.

       Mr.FantiGri comes back saying were going on a trip in the school’s favorite rocket ship. The rocket ship is just a Limo I’m not getting on. I don’t think the teachers care enough to do a head count so I’m just going to hide till the Limo’s gone.

       “Do-do-do-do-do.” Need to grab my stuff before I go. “Listen I can’t take it anymore; forget the government we’re going to go rogue. No more spy agency, we are running a crime agency. Pretending to be a teacher was too much and I can’t take it. We’re not even close to getting enough money and crime is how we’re going to get that money. After we wreck and scavenge the school, we’re going to make those future spies become criminals so they could help us.” Whoa. Wow. Just wow. I’m getting my stuff.

       I change my suit into a tight workout tank top, baggy-ish track pants, no fedora but the rest is the same. I put on my bag and disguise my face as some random kid. I take out my never-ending notepad and my pencil. I draw a giant butterfly net. I ride my board holding the net I pass the teachers and scoop them up. “Hey kid put us down!” One teacher called out to me. I didn’t realize till they started trying to get out that what will I do with them they ended up getting out. “No!” They grabbed my board. “Got ya kid.” Mr.FantiGri Was the one to pull me down and push me against the wall. “I heard you.” “You heard nothing, unless you join us.” “I thought I was already one of you.” He let me go. They all look at me like people deciding to buy a puppy. “Kid don’t try to be a smartass You caught us in a net.” I need to know what’s going on here cause they sound so serious. “That was a test of loyalty. I wanna know if I can trust you guys.” The random teacher opens his mouth to speak again but one of the teachers shushes him. They leave me there and start going around stealing almost everything in sight, and just destroying everything as well. “What is going on!?!?” They stop, turn around at the same time like they’re controlled, they then speak at the same time “We are a bankrupt spy agency hidden from society who made this school to make enough money to start again but we gave up and, well we think you know the rest.” This is the part where I actually use my stuff at last.   

     I shot 3 with my wine cork gun. Poured my ‘poison’ into their ears. I take off my box and change it into a personal force field shielding me. I take out my bubble gum bow and arrow and fire at a teacher to stick them to the wall. I get on my board and ride out.

       I’m not done but I have to warn the students. I take out my ball of spark and concentrate. I focus hard and BOOM! There goes the power in the entire province of Ontario. I change my box into a necklace. Guidance rod. It’s like an upgraded GPS. “Jesting, Jazzy, Jack of all trades students. I attach the rod to my board then take out my pop accelerators. “Chicken little style!” I open them and go the trip.

       A Spy headquarters. Of course. For some reason I can’t help thinking about Ardwiz. Wonder if he was in on it. What Do I do now? Can I ever just get an idea and stick with it. I don’t get an idea in the first place then I improvise. What can I even tell them? I only have 3 of these but. I take out the second most dangerous/powerful thing in my bag. Idea bulb. It’s a lightbulb that gives me an idea but the thing is that depending on what I want it’ll tell me exactly how to do it. In the wrong hands… I just have to twist it. Got it!

       I called the police. I take out my amped microphone. “Students of Jazzy school Jack.” I start. “Your teachers are former spies turned fake teachers turned criminals, focus on the last one. They are wrecking the school and stealing everything.” I pause to see if they react but they appear more appealed then angry or surprised. This is bad. “We have to go in there and take them down.” I wait. “Yes! Finally!” One kid shouts at the top of his lungs. The rest of them start going crazy. “Why are you guys so happy?” The same guy responds. “Our ‘teachers’ taught us how to be spies and now for the first time we could actually use those lessons.” I am surfing over around 400 spies. I’m just going to make a flag. “Follow me Jesting, Jazzy, Jack of all trades!” “Whoooooo!” They all yell. We get to what’s left of the school in 15 mins since we had a grade 8 drive. I burst open the door with my spark ball. The 3 teachers are still on the floor numb. (My ‘poison’ disables people’s body functions) There are 6 teachers. I take out the last item new item from my bag. A robot. It walks up to the teachers. Guess what happens next.

       It explodes but not fatal, only a gust of wind sending them to the wall. Time to deal with the rest. We run up. I stick to the walls with my mini suction cups. They lead me to the staff room. This is the moment. I take off my Disguiseomesh. Change into A long sleeve sweatshirt, jeans. I change my box into a claw. I make a rope. I use my spark ball to power the students. For some reason they have Tasers so why not. I kick down the door and Point my gun at nothing. “Where are they?” I turn around.

       “The police are coming. You know that right?” Mr.FantiGri looks at me. “Who cares, if we can take you with your stuff I think we’re fine.” I can’t let him win. “You only have 3 teachers left, you and those two. The rest are either paralyzed from the poison or you know…” “Ya, but us three are the best spies.” He’s still checking my bag. Soon he’s going to find the ultimate weapon. “What’s this?” He takes out the bulbs. “Nothing compared to the jackpot I hid in there.” I don’t want him to find the thing but if he takes an Idea it’s going to tell him to use the weapon. “Is it this?” I look. I can’t believe my eyes. Mr.FantiGri holds up a yellow box. “Jackpot.” He opens the box and finds it. A real life Pac-man pellet. Ultimate power. He must have got it because he ate it. He Became blue and white. He turned towards the nearest wall and touched it. The wall burst. Policemen filing in. One makes the mistake of touching him and is blown up. No blood but just kinda disappears. Mr.FantiGri starts to laugh but that turns into coughing. “What’s going on?!?!” “You can’t handle the pellet. You’re not pure enough and you’re not concentrating.” More policemen start coming in but that was a total mistake.

       BOOM! He blew up but one again he just kinda disappeared. Leaving behind the pellet. Some of the policemen were blown back. The other two teachers are taken and all the students are let out and I pick up the pellet. They dispose of the rest of the teachers and thank me. I wish the police would get out faster because what they don’t know is that I placed a bomb in the school to blow up the school half an hour after school ends. I empty my bag and try to put as much things on person as possible. I put the pellet in my pocket. I put on my now cape and get on my board. I start to fly away. I know this sounds ironic but I know I didn’t end up using the name, but I totally feel like (the school blows up) Bond, James Bond.