|Influences||'Harry Potter' by J.K Rowling and 'Red, White and Royal Blue' by Casey McQuiston.|
|Bio||Kristy Cornell is currently studying a Bachelor of Animation at Swinburne University. Once she graduates, she would like to pursue a career in directing and scriptwriting. When she isn’t writing musicals, novels, and songs, she’s performing on stage and creating YouTube videos.|
Remember That Time a Sheep Got Stuck on the Roof?
Jayce and Elliott stepped back to avoid the saliva that sprayed from their assistant principal’s mouth. “Forty years in education and never have I experienced such stupidity!” Mr Sage yelled.
“Oh, really? I’m flattered,” Jayce said. “Except we can’t take credit for it.”
“There’s a sheep on the library roof and you two were the only ones around,” Mr Sage said. “On top of that, I caught you taking photos of it, obviously showing off to your friends.”
Elliott, Jayce and Mr Sage had been debating for half an hour already. They hadn’t come any closer to solving the case and their tempers were rising.
“Do you actually think that we’d get a sheep; from God knows where, and put it on a roof?” Jayce flailed his arms. “Why would we do that?”
“If I may, Mr Sage,” Elliott piped up, “Jayce has a point.” Jayce smirked at Mr Sage. “What would we have to gain from putting a sheep on the roof?”
Mr Sage crossed his arms. “Jayce, I wouldn’t put this kind of behaviour past you, but you, Elliott? Principal Huntington and I were set on awarding you School Captain next year. Very disappointed indeed.”
“Can I ask a question?” Jayce asked.
“Why’re you here? It’s like, five o’clock.”
“We had a meeting,” said Mr Sage.
“Where’s Principal Huntington? Can’t we talk to him about this.”
“At home, I’d say. He left the meeting on a call, but that’s irrelevant. Now-”
“No more questions!” Mr Sage snapped. “One at a time, you’re to come into my office and explain. Nobody’s going home until this is settled. Elliott, you first.”
Jayce scuffed his shoes outside the door to Mr Sage’s office. He couldn’t hear the interrogation that was going on inside. After fifteen minutes, Elliott slumped out and Jayce walked in.
“I’ll let you tell whatever extravagant story you’ve cooked up out there,” Mr Sage taunted. “If you’re good at anything, it’s a well thought out excuse.”
Jayce scooted his chair towards the desk. “Here we go then,” he smiled. “First, I took the sheep from that children’s farm – honestly, it’s probably safer on a roof. Then, I covered it with a large leaf, like a – like a banana leaf. You know the ones?” he held out his arms, to show the size of the leaf. “Then I walked it along the street and ended up at the school,” he reached over the desk and grabbed a textbook, “the book is playing the part of the library by the way,” he added, “then, I used my key.”
“How did you get a key?”
“Sorry, who’s telling the story? Anyway, I shoved it up the stairs and onto the roof. There were a lot of bums in faces, let me tell you; it wasn’t pretty,” Jayce laughed, pushing the textbook away. “I was the only one there. Elliott came when he heard the sheep and that’s when you showed up.”
“You’re pathetic,” Mr Sage scoffed. He called Elliott back into the room and explained that the matter of who did it would have to wait while they dealt with a more pressing issue. “We need to get the sheep off the roof before it hurts itself.”
“It’s still up there?” Jayce said. “Haven’t you called animal rescue or whatever?”
Mr Sage’s eyes grew so wide that they seemed to fill out most of his face. “Of course, I have,” he coughed. “Now, I need to make a completely unrelated call,” he abruptly shot up from his chair and hastily walked to the door. “Both of you, stay – stay here. This isn’t over.” The boys spun around in their chairs and watched Mr Sage as he swung the door open and slammed it behind him.
“That man is a mess,” Jayce deadpanned.
“I agree,” Elliott nodded. In the distance, Mr Sage shakily pulled out his phone and loosened his tie. The boys turned to each other and laughed. “Thanks for not throwing me under the bus, man.”
Jayce shrugged, “No worries. I was happy to cover for you.”
“What? No, I covered for you,” Elliott sat up straight in his chair, Jayce mirrored him.
“You didn’t put the sheep on the roof?”
“You thought I put the sheep on the roof?”
“I assumed that’s why you were running late,” Jayce relaxed into the chair. “So, neither of us did it, but we’ve both pleaded guilty.”
“You don’t want to tell him why we were really there?” Elliott asked lightly. Jayce looked down to his hands, as they interlocked and released repeatedly. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed. Lots of people struggle with reading.”
“I’m not embarrassed, but he’s a dick. I don’t wanna talk to him about my problems.” Elliott nodded and eyed the ticking wall clock. It had been well over an hour since they were caught. “Let’s just say we both did it. He’s not going to let us go until he hears a reasonable story.”
Jayce looked up from his hands in disbelief. “But, your reputation.”
Elliott shrugged, “I don’t wanna be school captain. Public speaking? No thank you,” he scrunched up his face in disgust and Jayce laughed. “Besides, I can use that time in detention to tutor you. It’ll be much easier in a classroom than from behind a building.”
“You’re a lot cooler than you let people think,” Jayce smiled.
From behind them, the office door swung open with such force, that it hit the wall and rebounded. The boys jumped at the sound and turned around to be met with Principal Huntington. His suit, usually pristine and proper, was covered with dirt. His face, usually welcoming and bright, was filled with dread.
“Boys,” he pleaded, “I need your help. Mr Sage – he’ll panic and there’s no one else – I can’t find anyone else.”
“Principal Huntington, what’s wrong?”
“I’ve accidentally put a sheep on the roof and I can’t get it down.”