Chapter One: The Scarlett Solo
The rain poured down upon J Block, each drop striking with a sharp, rhythmic intensity.
The smell of fresh rain swept across the room as Pat Berged opened the small rusted window in J8.
Pat picked up his beautiful amber-swirled guitar, the strings made in the finest sweatshops in China. Pat still marveling at his guitar as he put it down safely, bent down, and reached for a rectangular box. He ran his hand over it, the surface like smooth polished marble. Pat fiddled with the opening, not wanting to ruin the box's exterior. The box opened to reveal one of the greatest treasures to ever be brought into J Block, it is so sought after that people have died over these things. What Pat held in his hand was a Scarlett solo.
Pats' face lit up looking at the sleek, hot red interface. The knobs on the front were illuminated by the cool blue light wrapped around it. The light looked almost like the interface was begging to be used. However, whilst Pat was in eye candy heaven, he was oblivious to the fact that outside the tinted window there stood a figure, peering in, watching Pat's every, single, move.
Suddenly the doorknob wiggled, while then being followed by three sharp knocks.
"Who's there" Pat questioned, slamming the box shut. "I said who's dang there!" he asked irritably, placing the box down on the desk as he strutted over to the door.
Pat put his meat paws on the door handle and pulled the door back, revealing the irritant. A hooded figure stood in front of him, in their hands was that of a Suhr Guitar, a masterpiece of craftsmanship and artistry. This guitar was carved to suit the greatest of guitar players. The body was painted a deep, cherry red that reflected lights off it like a disco ball, the pickups were covered in nickel, giving it a warm fuzzy tone. The hooded figure moved the guitar up and back behind their head. Pat realizing that he was about to be attacked, grabbed his guitar and prepared to defend, and protect the scarlet solo.
The hooded figure swung, meeting Pat's guitar halfway. The sound of the two guitars twanged throughout A Block, this was not a battle of who's stronger, it was simply a battle of who's got more stamina. WHAM, TWANG, THUD, DWANG, the sounds continued as the battle heated up, each warrior using their full power to defeat the other. Suddenly Pat was struck by the hooded figure's guitar, sending him stumbling into the wall.
"NO THE SCARLET SOLO!" he cried, blood flowing out of the wounds inflicted. The hooded figure looked back and walked over, their breathing quickened. The figure brought the guitar above his head,
"NO PLEASE, NOT ME!" he cried, it was too late.
The Suhr Guitar had begun moving down in blistering speed, the only sound that was heard after Pat's cries was, CRACK.
Chapter Two: Cert III Assemble!!!
Kent Bounding parked his silver sedan under the old blue rickety wooden roof, right in front of the entrance to the Cert III room. Kent coughed and stepped out into the thick and heavy air, the wind pushed Kent back into his car forcibly,
"I have a bad feeling about to day" Kent muttered as he marched forward.
Kent threw himself through the door of the Cert III rooms. After fixing his glasses, Ken strolled through the drama rooms and turned right into the staff lounge to start making his first daily coffee. Something is off, Kent thought, Something is missing, what is it? Kent started wondering, he popped his head out of the staff lounge with his mug in hand. Kent wiped his glasses, he had to be sure he was seeing what he was seeing. Kent's mouth dropped in unison with his mug, hitting the carpet and spouting coffee everywhere.
Pat was sprawled against the wall just outside J8 with his guitar laying in two pieces next to him. Kent rushed over and shook Pat,
"Pat, Pat! Are you okay!" he gasped desperately. Pat's eyes opened slowly and he groaned,
"It's gone Kent! Somebody nicked my dang Scarlet Solo!" he sobbed, "My beauty, everything I ever loved, it's gone, gone, taken by some person." he cried whilst stumbling to his feet.
"Don't worry Pat, I know who to call" Kent grinned patting Pat's shoulder with his right hand whilst his left pulled out his phone and began dialing an unknown number. A voice picked up,
"Salutations Mr. Bounding, how may I be of great assistance!" the voice said cheerfully.
"Bring the class, we got a case on our hands" Kent answered firmly,
"Okay-doh" the voice replied before hanging up.
"Don't worry Pat, we're in safe hands. As for your guitar, it might be beyond repair" Kent said with a smile, whilst turning around to make another coffee.
Chapter Three: "Meat" the Class
Multiple bustling footsteps sounded from the outside as Dayne burst into the Cert III rooms with a worried look,
"Mr Bounding I have arrived as promised." Kent Bounding looked up from the desk he was sitting at,
"Good, now where is everybody else" Kent questioned peering down from his glasses,
"They should be right here so-" Dayne said being cut off-
"Yo Mr Bounding!" Aidan cheered with Jon and Jordan behind him,
"Wassup Sir" said Jon,
"Good morning sir" said Jordan politely.
"Now where are those girls and Jacob?" Mr. Bounding asked.
"Right here" called Faith. Everybody looked up to see her as she moved the ceiling tile to jump down.
"Ladies, let's come on down now," Dayne said grinning with rizz. The girls leaped down landing right in front of Mr Bounding, "so let's start shall we" said Harriette.
Mr Bounding flicked on the TV and the screen was flushed with colour bringing it to life. Mr Bounding pushed his glasses up his nose opened a recording of some security cameras and clicked the space bar. The recording started playing, and everybody leaned forward in unison paying close attention to the top right camera which showed the hooded figure approaching the window, and then knocking on the door.
"So this is our thief?" laughed Isi, "I bet I could F1 kick him into the next Grand Prix" she continued.
"Hey Isi let's lock in, on Ski Bidi" snapped Aidan "this is serious, Pat just got seriously hurt, and not to mention he lost the Scarlett solo." After the video ended everybody knew the next step, "Okay everybody let's split up and look for clues!"
Mr. Bounding ordered,
"When you find a clue, send it to the group chat and in one hour we will meet again and discuss."
Everybody nodded in agreement and everybody began making a fuss to be with their best friends, "THATS IT, I CHOSE THE GROUPS NOW" said Mr Bounding flustered and frustrated,
"Jordan, Jacob and Daniel, You go investigate the crime scene and see if you can question Pat" ordered Mr Bounding, the boys exchanged mixed expressions before heading off towards the crime scene.
"The next group is all the girls, you guys go explore the Cert III secret back room and look for a clue," nodded Mr. Bounding, "and the rest of you boys got the best job of questioning the J Block teachers and see if they know anything."
The girls quickly giggled and left whilst laughing at the boys,
"RIP boys that suck" laughed Isi "If we find the thief first I'm gonna F1 KICK HIM!!" she continued.
"Goodluck Dayne, those two are a different breed" laughed Harriette.
Jon rolled his eyes as Aidan began two-stepping in the classroom.
"Okay let's put some rules in guys!" said Dayne "The first is, never, ever split up from each other. The second step is no dancing Aidan!"
Aidan angrily stomped his foot like an impudent child "Dayne bro what!" he replied with tear-welled eyes "Not dancing is like rehabilitation for druggies, it doesn't mix!" Dayne and Jon snapped in unison "SHUT UP!"
The first group containing Jacob, Daniel, and Jordan had selected their name - Second Fret.
"It's good isn't it" said Jacob whilst glazing his band name
"We should of named ourselves the Rainy Rocks" moaned Daniel "You guys have terrible names". Before he could say anything else, Jacob and Jordan yelled, "SHUT UP, PLEASE."
Second Fret had arrived at J8, the smell of fresh rain from the window was the first scent Jacobs's predatory instincts detected. Jacob began crawling on the wall placing his nose all over the windows and walls, it was like a feral dog marking his territory.
"It seems like Pat was opening the window and picked up this box" Jacob said whilst picking up the smooth rectangular box placing his nose inside it.
"Jacob if you don't stop sniffing everything, there will be no air left" gasped Jordan. Jacob looked up at Jordan and his eyes turned into that of cats,
"Don't talk to the school captain like that, boy" Jacob growled, "know your place in the hierarchy in this school, boy" Jacob said whilst crawling above Jordan on the roof, "be a good boy and hold onto this, it seems like we found our first clue." Jacob said whilst dropping a knob that has fallen off mid-battle.
Whilst this was happening the girls were happily looking through the boxes in the secret room in the back room. Their group name: Gossip Girls.
"Oh. My. Gawwwwwwd" exclaimed Harriette, "These old flared khaki jeans are so cute!!!" she gasped.
"No girl, those are so ug-ly" Isi said rolling her eyes,
"No offense girly, but those are like, totally old," Faith said whilst cocking her head in disgust.
"Whatever, I'm just gonna like steal them because I don't think Mr Bounding wears this sort of stuff," Harriette said ignoring the other girl's comments.
"Oh, What is this!!" Faith gasped covering her mouth, "I think I may of found something that's like, important or something." Everybody exchanged nervous looks.
"Girly spill!!" Harriette and Isi said in unison.
"It's a cord for the scarlet solo, like a cord" Faith whispered. A moment of silence for the first time between the girls before they all start squealing in excitement,
"I DID IT" Faith yelled,
"NO, WE DID IT" Harriette screamed as they all jumped together. "Mr Bounding will be so happy!"
They screamed in unison.
The third and final group was named JDA.
"This sucks so much, who the hell wants to interview all these teachers" Aidan groaned whilst dragging his feet behind him.
The last teacher to interview was Mr Dean. Jon knocked on his door, three times sharply.
A man opened the door, his slicked back brown hair, his eyes cried "SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP" and he wore a black t-shirt and pants.
"May I help you boys..?" he murmured, the boys exchanged glances, "Yeah we would like to ask some questions regarding a missing Scarlett solo?" piped up Jon.
Mr Dean's eyes widened and his face grew sour "I don't think that will be happening, boys" he said nervously, slammed the doors shut.
"Well that was weird, should we report this behaviour to sir?" asked Dayne shaken up,
"Nah that would be beta" laughed Aidan like a sigma, "Yeah Dayne we don't snitch this be gang life" gritted Jon, "lets get outta here brah."
Chapter 4: The Big Guns
Dayne's phone lit up, a blue light piercing through Dayne's glorious glasses,
"A Text from Mr Bounding! Everybody gather around now!" Dayne called to his group.
"Say on skibidi Dayne, say on skibidi please" begged Aidan, getting on his knees and tugging on Dayne's pant leg,
"Get off me you creep" Dayne yelled kicking his leg to shake off Aidan and his big muscles.
"Show us the message lad," Jon said whilst crip walking over to Dayne. The message read - Everybody gather back to the Cert III rooms, we have confirmation of who our culprit is, but be quick!
"Let's move!" Dayne howled, thrusting the air in excitement. The boys all got up and sprinted towards the Cert III rooms, bursting through the Drama rooms and arriving fashionably late.
"Hello gentlemen" spoke Mr. Bounding as they burst into the room with excitement, "I've been expecting you" he grinned, "Take a seat with the others."
"Our target, is no other than Mr. Dean" Mr. Bounding sighed - the students gasped, exchanging surprised glances,
"With the evidence you gathered, we were able to pinpoint the culprit to be Mr Dean" Mr. Bounding sniffled, "as his mentor for so many years, I am immensely disappointed." he continued,
"However crimes will not be tolerated, no matter who it is" Mr Bounding said patriotically, standing up and slamming his hands on the table causing everybody to jump.
"In order to capture Mr Dean, I have also decided to call in the big guns, quite big guns." Mr. Bounding grinned, "Get in ere' Thomas Robbings!".
For a few seconds, we all sat staring at the door, when suddenly a big figure stepped into the room, standing at about 6 foot, with a massive imposing build that is a combination of big slabs of muscles and his Mum's weetbix.
Thomas Robbings arms were like tree trunks and he was covered with bulging veins. His eyes were small and beady, almost hidden under his heavy brow and his double chin wobbled when he talked. His teeth were crooked and yellow, his appearance was very intimidating and unattractive, under his sweaty right armpit was a loaded sleek metallic cannon with neon accents, a Mini 360 stage light that had been modified for use as an automatic weapon, it's ammunition covering his body on leather straps.
The man stood there, awkward and shyly,
"Hi", he whispered in a high pitched whiny voice.
It didn't even take a second for Dayne to start wheezing like a man on his deathbed who had been popping percs and taking blinkers his whole life.
"This guy is a hombre" wheezed Dayne bending over from laughter.
Thomas Robbings scowled at him and shot from a Mini 360 in the air causing a loud explosion that made everybody duck.
"You listen here, I'm here to take out Mr Dean and Mr Dean only! I can add you to the list though Dayne!" he whined like a basset hound on a Wednesday afternoon at 3:30.
"Okay Thomas, lets do what we came here for!" said poor panicked Mr Bounding,
"let's move now and get that Scarlett Solo before we go for each others necks!" he panted.
Thomas Robbins stamped his foot,
"okay whatever" he puffed.
Chapter 5: Fired, Wired, Tired
Mr Deans office door flew open as Thomas Robbings stepped into the room,
"Ello' there Mr Dean" Thomas said pointing the Mini 360 at Dean, "Follow me closely and we won't ave' any trouble" he grinned, bearing his yellow holy teeth. "Misbehave and i might take a nibble" he laughed as he strutted out the door, grabbing Mr Dean by the collar as he thrashed around.
"LET ME GO, YOU DONT UNDERSTAND" Mr Dean cried desperately trying to escape Thomas's touch as he was carried to the Cert III rooms where Mr Bounding was waiting.
"Ere' he is Mr Bounding," Thomas said throwing Mr Dean down into the plasticky pink chairs in front of the students.
Silence filled the room, Mr Bounding coughed before his booming voice conquered the room,
"Mr Dean, you have broken the rules and stolen from the greatest guitarist ever known to J Block".
Mr bounding said slowly, "Your punishment is banishment from the back room and you will become the new primary school teacher.", each word stabbing at Mr Deans heart.
"Nooo, please Mr Bounding, I'll do anything, please. I don't want to do sound in the primary common! Pleaseeee!" begged Mr Dean, tears welling upon his eyes.
"Game over Mr Dean" Mr Bounding said his voice covering Mr Dean's,
"remove him from my presence Thomas Robbings".
"As you wish Mr Bounding" Thomas said bowing as he snatched Mr Dean and took him to the primary common, where he would spend the rest of his working days running sound for Primary assembly.
"So what did we learn today students?" Mr Bounding asked the Cert III class.
"Don't steal the Scarlett solo, sir", the students replied back cheerfully before bursting into laughter.
The End
