Back in the day ( what does that mean, anyway? ten years ago? five hundred ? my childhood?) everyone had to buy their own padlock for their lockers, they weren’t built into the locker like they are nowadays.
We (me and my partner in crime, Scuz )hatched a new plan. We casually stood around and talked to our friends while they were unlocking their lockers and memorized the combinations. We got about ten locker combinations.
We came in really early and switched them. Some of them we put on backwards so that the numbers were facing the locker. You would have to get down on your knees and try to lift the lock up to see the combination and then it still wouldn’t open. We also selected people who all didn’t know each other.
And this time, as a protective measure, we selected people that didn’t know me or didn’t know Scuz, so we would not be targeted as the obvious perpetrators.
This one was a victory. We were never suspected.
Well, we were never accused, anyway.
The call as I remember went something like this. “Mistsy has run away from home and they think she’s taken the bus to New York city.” “Oh. That sounds about right.” I think I said. I knew what was expected, otherwise there was no reason for me to have this information…..