The Secrets of Star Whales

The Secrets of Star Whales — page 3
space station Behind us Mrs Smith our temporary teacher after Mr Bruska had his accident barked Back inside all of you That idiot’s broken ship won’t help you on next week’s exam Move Now or never Max India whispered presenting the tiny ball again Blue and white swirls wrapped about the orb and when thrown it would release a fog so thick I’d have no trouble escaping Mrs Smith’s scrutinizing gaze Get this gossip It’s all you Now she was just being dramatic We don’t even need the smoke bomb Why don’t we just sneak out Too late With a wild laugh she threw it against the polished faux-wood floor The smoke bomb exploded in a burst of white fog filling the hallway with coughs and screams I tried to grab her arm take her with me but she shouted Tell my stooory