Smoking Them Out

(Due to testing, all our usual classrooms are switched around. I’m sitting in language arts in a portable classroom we have never been in, so we are sitting random seats.)

Teacher: “[Student], can you grab the tissues from the cabinet over there?”

Student: *who sits next me* “Yep.”

(She stands up to and jerks back down with a yelp of pain. I notice her hair; it’s stuck behind her seat, tangled in something.)

Me: “Hold on a second; I got it.”

(I kneel down to see her hair is tangled in some spiky rake-looking thing on a small book shelf behind us. I grab the spiky thing and start to detangle her hair from it when something else falls from the bookshelf onto the floor.)

Student: “Oh, my god; is that pack of cigarettes?”

(Sure enough it was cigarettes and a lighter stuck behind the spiky thing. The teacher called security over to confiscate them. Later we heard that the bunch of the high-schoolers who stood across the road from school everyday and smoke were hiding them in the classroom to dig out later and had been caught searching for them.)