Jayson knew he was in for it. He had talked back to Livertongue. He knew he wasn’t going to get away with it. He had fun doing it though. He remembered the kids that were there, clapping and cheering for him. He felt so proud, walking past those kids. He was a common hero. Some of the older kids had put him on their shoulders and marched around outside, shouting his name and cheering. He had to be more wary now though. Livertongue had taken Jackson’s maps and he needed them back or he would fail Jackson. He didn’t want to do that. It would show that he was incapable of doing things on his own. He paid more attention to where she went, but she revealed no facts on where she hid the maps. He started to feel discouraged. He felt like he had let Jackson down. Then, the light bulb came on in his head; Livertongue probably hid the maps in her office, a place only she and adoptive parents went. Jayson had to find a way to get in there. He racked his brains, trying to think like Jackson did. He had the perfect plan. He went to go talk to Peter.
Peter was sitting in his room, playing with a paddle ball. Jayson came in and told his plan to him. Peter listened closely with a grin on his face.
“Wow Jayson, that’s a brilliant plan. I’m in!”
They discussed for a little bit and Jayson moved to the next room. He got a lot of kids to help him. Then the tricky part came, doing it.
All the kids were crowded in Jayson’s room, waiting for him. Jayson walked in, but didn’t get very far. He looked around and smiled. This was going better than planned.
“All right everybody! Listen to me,” Jayson shouted. “You all know what you’re supposed to do. If it works, Livertongue will never know who broke into her office. Are you with me?”
Jayson was greeted with a loud cheer.
“Quiet down! Shush, she’ll hear us! Stick to the plan and everything will go just fine.”
All the kids filed out of his room, whispering with excitement. Jayson got some paper clips off his desk and bent them out. Jackson had taught him how to lock pick and now he was going to put his skill to work. Just in case Livertongue locked her door. Jayson was so good; he could pick a door in about thirty seconds. He put the picks and his pocket knife in his pocket and walked out of his room. The dinner bell rang and everyone rushed downstairs. Peter shouted to Jayson as he rushed by.
“Good luck Jayson! You’ll need it.”
Jayson just smiled in return. He was scared to death. What if everything went wrong? What if he or someone else got hurt? He had to take the risk, because if he didn’t, their escape could be inevitable. He had to do this for Jackson. He ran down the stairs to face a great success, or his doom. He shuddered at the though, Liver tongue snarling at him, threatening him. Or worse, she could send him to a different orphanage. He cleared those thoughts out of his mind. He didn’t need to worry about that, not right now.
Jayson entered the cafeteria and got his dinner. Peter waved at him, indicating that he and the kids around him were ready. He walked over to him and sat down. Peter was pretending to eat and talked to Jayson as secretly as he could.
“Jayson, are you sure you don’t want me to do it? I smuggle more than you, if you’re avoiding your guilty conscience.”
“What makes you think I’m avoiding my guilty conscience? Maybe I’m just trying to relax, or some sort of evasive thinking.”
“Didn’t mean to bother you, sorry. Uh oh, keep your voice down, here comes Livertongue.”
Peter and Jayson bend their heads over their food. Mrs. Livington walked past, scowling as usual. They smiled at each other and Jayson got up to leave. As he got up, he scraped his food onto Peter’s plate. He didn’t seem to mind. Jayson walked out of the cafeteria and hid by the door frame. He leaned over and gave Peter the thumbs up. This is where the fun would begin.
